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located in Illinois, a part of Z. A., one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Alicia Lochner Character Portrait: Devan Cary Character Portrait: Rain Lang Character Portrait: Zara Elizabeth Dawn Character Portrait: Victoria Jones Character Portrait: Avalon King Character Portrait: Dusty Cuddy-Wilson Character Portrait: William Darnoi Character Portrait: Dodger Character Portrait: Ken Warren
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The world was never going to be the same, it was a world of death and destruction, not that it was much more before the planet went into chaos for Ken. As a soldier he had seen people at their worst, people would be willing to do anything for food and help in war torn nations but this apocalypse turned the entire planet like this, there were no longer an safe havens. Any fortress that the army built were eventually destroyed and overrun. Thats why Ken chose not to go to any of the so called "safe areas" that people were told to go to. Ken was better off on his own, that way he didn't have to look after anyone and he only had to worry about keeping himself alive. Sure it was nice to have someone to talk to now and then but that meant getting attached and Ken could no longer get into that position again.

Ken had been staying in the city for a couple of days gathering supplies and finding the odd house that had a comfortable bed for him to lay low. But he couldn't stay there for long, it was too dangerous. Any city was dangerous, there were too many "people" that posed a threat. However he had to either go there or starve, there were few other options, he could also now and then find ammo where soldiers had been left to die on the streets. Ken walked down an open street filled with old burnt out cars and the odd body dotted around, he always had his rifle close to his chest ready to react if anything or anyone alerted him. Ken had been out all day looking for supplies, where he had found the odd bottle of water and old tinned food ans surprisingly some bacon. Despite the fact he could have done with looking for more supplies it was starting to get late and the sun was setting and despite Ken preferring the night, the streets were no place to be hanging around at night, it was better to be in a building or somewhere high.

He continued to travel through the streets looking for whatever was a safe place to hide out. There wasn't many but he would make do with most places. Then he saw a god send, almost quite literally, a church tower was poking its tip over some of the houses around the corner, a perfect place for him to spend the night. Ken swiftly made his way to the church, it had seen better days, bullet holes were strewn all over the brick work and there were many holes in the walls that must have been made from tank and rocket blasts, however the bell tower seemed intact and stable. Ken made his way to the front doors of the church with his weapon at the ready. He entered the church checking his surroundings around him. An empty church always had a disturbing cold feeling to it, like something was wrong. Ken pulled out a cross from under his shirt and kissed it as he walked through the dark church, as if it was a request from god to protect him. It appeared that there none of the dead in the church or none that he could see. Ken made his way to the stairs up the tower and rose up them trying to make as little noise as possible. When he reached the summit nightfall had almost hit and it seemed like a good time to settle down. It was an open tower with huge gaps but there wasn't much wind so it was quite a comfortable area, Ken closed the hatch that he had just been through to stop any zombies trying to get the jump on him. He started unpacking some of his things like a lantern that he found when the zombies first attacked to light up the tower slightly, not so much light that he would be too visible but enough for him too see around him. He laid his rifle down up against a wall and leaned against the wall sitting down. It was a quiet night, he could almost hear his own heart beat as he settled down for the night.

That was when he saw it in the corner of his eye, a light, it was in a building down the street that looked like an old abandoned bar. Ken grabbed his rifle aiming down at the bar, there were definitely people down there, he could see the shadows in the windows. This wasn't good, people around meant that there was a chance of danger, Ken turned off his lantern and kept his rifle trained on the bar waiting for someone too appear.