Description

GENERAL INFO
Full Name: Alexander Mackinaw
Preferred Name: Alex (Mack or Macky for really close friends)
Ethnicity:Caucasian
Birth Date: optional
Age:18
Sexuality:Straight

APPEARANCE

Height:5'9"
Distinguishing Marks:

Standing only about 5"10' but weighing 180 pounds Alex is quite stocky and as the expression goes "built like a tank" from years of canoe tripping, as well as hockey and rugby. His broad shoulders and deep chest came in handy during rugby, as did his lack of height. He is in great shape, lean and hard, having just come off a month long white water canoe trip. Despite being a hefty lad he is very coordinated and even "Agile for a big guy". Unfortunately none of that physical capacity translated itself to his fine motor skills. His light brown hair and a mouth that's quick to smile frame a set of blue eyes whose colour can seem to shift depending on the light. His skin is tanned and weather beaten.

His attire of choice is what you would wear on a camping trip. Cargo pants that are light and quick drying, his tree planting boots (Composite toe and plate) because oddly enough they're really comfortable. As a top layer it will range from tshirts, to layers of long underwear and fleece. On the odd occasion you may even catch him in a polo or jeans and a button up shirt, rare though that may be.

PERSONALITY

Before all this, Alex was your classic ENFP. Happy, adventurous, outgoing, and always smiling and having a good time. That was (what feels like) years ago and miles away. First aid training and survival situations have trained him to have a cool head. He rarely panics and is often a calming influence in a crisis. This is one of the qualities that make him a prospective leader of the group, but personality conflicts might be an issue. One of his other dominant qualities is his empathy, he's always making sure people are ok and that no one is freaking out too much. He feels that because of his survival training it's his job to take care of everyone. It takes a lot to piss him off (except when he's hungry and tired) but when he finally angers his rage can be incandescent and it is ugly. However he usually calms down quickly once his rage is spent and is usually apologetic.

Likes:
Music, Reading, Food, Dry Feet, Canoeing, Kids, Hockey, Rugby, Skiing, Bagpipes

Dislikes:
Wet Feet, Humidity, Whiners, Zombies, Bullies,

Fears:
Suffering a crippling or maiming injury
Being Helpless
Dying a meaningless death

Weaknesses:
Doesn't know the city
Doesn't know the Environment very well
Poor with Mechanical devices
Poor long distance runner

Skills: Wilderness Survival, First Aid/Emergency Medicine, Diplomatic, Marksmanship, Cooking, Music, Strong Swimmer and Climber.

HISTORY
Relationship Status: Single
Family and Friends: None of your fucking business pal
Known Languages: English, French, Italian.

Growing up with a dad in the Foreign Service matures one. Alex has always been a precocious speaker and travelling a lot when he was younger has given him an affinity for learning languages as well as a knack for making friends and being able to talk to anyone. Despite that he only just recently came to Atlanta this year and hasn't made a lot of friends at school yet rendering him a bit of an unknown quantity. However he was on the school soccer team, and in their orchestral program where he played first Viola.

So begins...

Alexander Mackinaw's Story

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Atlanta

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Character Portrait: Amanda "Manny" Lovelace

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#2014-11-19 05:09:25, as written by Magical_pineapples

"Theme Song"

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Location
Top floor of Macy's
{Clothing department store}.

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"Shit," She muttered under her breath as her hands fumbled with the lock to the cash register. There was cash in

that cash register that Urainie somehow had the thought to collect as much as she could whenever she makes enough to move out into a new state, or maybe country ever since the corpse's that took over town no more than a month or two ago. Things went down hill then; families and friends were practically getting eaten alive, people thought it'd be best if they commited suicide, hell, some even through themselves at the corpse's like a sack of potatoes. Everyone except for Urainie Amethyst Patel, that is, and a few other of her classmates that managed to survive the catastrophe in one piece: Oliver, the airhead. Sara, the pessimist. Donnie, the stoner. Lexie, the wallflower. Manny, the outsider. Alex, the optimist. And, Anubis, the prick. If Urainie was informed that she would be paired up with a couple of her classmates during a zombie apocalypse, she would've never expected it'd be with seven kids that either was truly insane or off the edge. Guess it was Jesus Christ himself who wanted Urainie to be the one in charge of guarding their life since she was already practically the one at their side making sure they kept their sanity.

A minute passed. Two. The lock never budged as Urainie wiggled her bobby pin in the key hole. She was just about to give up when something outside caught her

off guard. Footsteps. And not the slow staggering one's that kept at a rhythm, but the one's that indicated for Urainie to get the hell outta there. As soon as she pulled herself up, at least seven or so zombies came charging through the door. They were Runners. All of them. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." She hid under the counter and bit her lip to hold back any sudden noises that might give her away. One Runner, a balding man with scrapings used as clothing, passed her nearly brushing her leg until she quickly pulled them up close to her chest. Her heart pounded simultaneously with each step man took. Either he couldn't hear her heart pounding or he was just playing her for a fool, he was doing one hell of a job. Urainie turned around cautiously to get a peek at the other Runners and was relieved to see that they had each lugged to their separate ways. Some went to the Men's Dressing Room, while others aimlessly moved over toward the escalators. She sat there making sure they were full out of sight when suddenly she felt a hand grab at her ankle roughly. Immediately, she whirled her attention onto him as he was pulling her towards him. He didn't even slacken his grip even when she yelped out in pain, though ignoring the sudden urge to scream she tried to dig her nails into the linoleum floor, but slipped and her head fell back with a deafening crack. Almost instantly, there was this tingling feeling running through every part of her body and her head felt light, hollow even. However, she continued to fight for her life, for her team mates. With a grunt, she kicked at the men's eye causing him to release her ankle and fall back. As she scrambled to her feet, she leaned over the man who now laid still on the floor. His eye socket was now dark and empty as where is eye should've been, but Urainie knew it wasn't over yet from the short twitching in his fingers. She reached pulled out a hanged from inside the box under the counter, snapped it in two, and plunged the sharp and into the man's chest, hard, until she heard the snap of his ribs. A small smile plastered across her face as she pulled her head back and spat out a loogie at the now dead corpse, "Motherfucker."

At that moment, there was a chorus of grunts and moans near Urainie. She looked up and felt the air get knocked out of her as she stared into the eyes of not

twelve, but fifteen zombies. Runners. They all stalk towards Urainie in her moment of terror. She was unable to peel her eyes away from their ghastly towering features. Their faces was sunken in, eyes unfocused. Their mouth twitched and drooled as if craving for something, anything. They craved for her. The smell of rotting face made her stomach churn and it was all she could do not to vomit then and there. Each one of their nails were dark and caked with blood, but she wasn't sure if it was their blood dripping from them. Finally, she saw the stomach-churning discolored skin close enough to see that it was falling apart. It was falling away from muscle, and bones. She saw everything that she never intended on seeing. In that instant, somehow, her body found itself, discovered how to move again. It was possible to murder one zombie, but the whole pack was impossible. And with that she ran for the exit. She made no attempt to look behind her to know that the Runners were tagging along after her. One of them had managed to catch up to her, and she threw her forearm back, sending the corpse flying back into two others.

Two Points. She thought, and for a second she couldn't help suppress a triumphant smile as she ran until- as if out of nowhere- five other corspe's came to take the

others place. Twenty. "Crap," the word wasn't even a whisper as Urainie began to pick up her pace into a dead sprint. The soles of her shoes patted hard against the pavement of the parking lot. Her breath came gasping out in short wheezes, but she dared not slow down. This was a situation between life and death.

She ran through the parking lot until she rounded a corner down an abandoned Market place where she bent down on her knees to catch her breath after what felt like a minute, she peeked behind the corner and realized that she had lost the Runners until she suddenly seen one of them coming towards her, then another, and another. Next thing you knew they were multiplying. Without thinking, she pushed open the doors to a local convenience store and seen something that made her feel relieved. Angy. Or both. There in the far end sat Oliver on a fallen shelf eating what looked like chocolate pudding, and at his side was Donnie smoking his usual Camel pack. She stomped over towards them in a huff. She was sure she looked like hair at that moment. Eyes sullen. Hair tousled and caked with blood from the fall. Clothes grungy and torn. "What. In. The. Actual. Fuck," she said every word breathlessly, aware that she was gritting her teeth. She scowled at her two slackers. "Twenty, hell, maybe even more then that. And you know what kinds they were, mhm? Well, I'll tell ya'. They were Runners. And you know where they're going?" She waited until the room was enveloped into utter silence. "Here. So, either you get your asses up and head to base grounds or neither of you will see daylight." Suddenly, there was a loud pounding on the door just as Urainie turned to see that they were already trying to break through the glass doors. She quickly lifted Oliver to his feet and snatched the cigarette from Donnie's mouth. "Go to base grounds. See any of us, tell them to follow. I want everyone back at the warehouse. Go." And with that she shooed them towards the back door as she did so her head began to to feel heavy. Ignoring it, she continued to push them, but the pain only grew worse. It throbbed and pulsed in her skull; not a sharp pain like a knife-inflicted wound, but more of a dull pounding with a hammer over...and over...and over again. Her brain felt like it was on overdrive, but at the same time can't process properly. Images and ideas and plans and deadlines run through her head, but they're chasing each other round and round. Her mind couldn't catch a single one, but gets pounded with all of them at the same time as they ricochet and slam into the walls of her head.

"Dammit!" she screamed as she pressed her hands against the sides of her head until the pain went away. "Go. Now! I'll meet you guys later." she barely managed to say the last part through clenched teeth.

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#2014-11-22 20:27:21, as written by Legate

Nothing. Thats what all there was to do. Nothing. Actually, strictly speaking this wasn't true. Technically speaking Alex was on sentry duty. So there he sat on top of the warehouse making sure there weren't any hordes of flesh eating zombies or potentially dangerous people heading their way. He sighed deeply, this is what things had come to now. Still there were things that needed doing and supplies that needed gathering. He had only just arrived at this school and though he often had an easy time making friends this time was different. In international schools everyone was new and everyone wanted to make friends. Here everyone had been friends since they were younger and he was just an outsider, and Canadian at that. That was why he wasn't along on the supply run, he was a bit of an unknown quantity to them. Still this was who he had and he'd have to make the most of it.

With that in mind he set about making a list. "We need food, medicine, weapons and shelter." He muttered to himself. Actually it looked like he was going to need a couple lists. "Food: Non-perishables are best of course, but dehydrated meals and army rations will be best if we want to move, if not cans are probably easier to find. Medicine; well we'll need ...." He trailed off as he started mentally thinking of everything they'd need. He was going to need some paper and a pen.

He took one last look around and satisfied that there were no immediate threats he went downstairs to find some list making material. He walked through their common room and started shuffling things around looking for paper and a working pen before he noticed that there were other people in the room. In fact Sara was changing. He blinked a couple times and looked away. "Sorry" he mumbled "Just need to write some things down." Then it registered. "Wait how did you get wet? Anyways I'm just writing out supplies we're going to need." The food, shelter, and weapons were fairly self explanatory so he started with medicine, talking aloud as he wrote.

"We're going to need; bandages, gauze, bandaids, as well as disinfectants, hydrogen peroxide works and antibiotic cream and lots of it." He looked up briefly. Thankfuly Sara was dressed again by this point and Lexy was in the room now too. "Infection is going to be our biggest preventable worry right now" he said addressing them before turning back to his list. "We ALSO need painkillers, and suture kits." He looked up again. "Anyone know how to do stitches? Hmmm well I guess I've seen it done ..... Are the others not back yet?

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