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Character Portrait: Milah Balasubramanian Character Portrait: Declan Quinn Character Portrait: Lukas Caedon
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Declan walked quietly but swiftly towards the stairs of the police station. He’d often do a small circle as he walked in order to get a full look of his surroundings. He was a trained marine and had learned how to do a clean sweep of the area around him without getting into too much danger. Of course when he had done this overseas it was always another gunning pointing back at him if he had done it wrong, not a half living piece of shit that wanted brains. He was also rarely alone but now alone was the only thing he knew. As Quinn does his scan of the area before retreating into the building, he notices a tall man creeping his way into the market across the street from where Quinn had just come from. He figured it was weird that this man was just casually walking around as though there was nothing wrong with the world at the moment. He left the man to his creeping and figured he’d let the guy be someone else’s problem.

Quinn started doing some creeping of his own now. As he stepped slowly into the police department – there was an eerie quiet to the air. There wasn’t anyone else in there with him – not that he knew of anyway. The only things that were in the department was him and maybe a few of the dead walking around aimlessly. For this Quinn put his gun back in its holster. He knew that if he shot off that gun at any moment, the dead would began their run towards the sound. They were attracted to it like a moth to a flame and would often come running to chow down on whatever produced the noise. Instead, Quinn retrieved his M9 knife from his belt and held its grip tightly. He had it in his hand combat ready, as he slowly crept forward in the dark police department building.

The floor of the front lobby of the department was scattered with a mess of loose papers, blood, bodies and even materials that Quinn needed. As he stepped over every dead body, he’d pick up a gun and check the magazine for any ammo. If the gun was empty he’d put it back down on the ground. He was only able to pick up two guns that had any ammunition in it at all. However he wasn’t completely empty handed from the looting. He was able to make off with a lot of flashlights. Quinn picked a flash light off the ground and turned it on – it worked fine. Every flashlight he found since, he’d empty out the batteries and stick them in his pockets.

The man continued down the wide hallway with flashlight and knife in hand. He turned to the left to make his way to the back of the station only to immediately encounter a group of 5 zombies walking around. Quinn quickly doubled back the corner of the hallway he had just come from and slammed his body against the wall. His heart rate had sky rocketed and he was struggling to catch his breath. “Shhh.. Breathe… You’ve got this…” Quinn whispered quietly to himself. Quinn took a deep breath before rounding the corner again and taking his knife quickly to the head of the first zombie in front of him. With the thud of the knife to the skull and then the thud of body to the ground, the other four beasts turned their attention to the living man. Quinn figured he could make a run for it but wasn’t sure where exactly to run to. His first instinct was to run into the room directly to his right side. His legs began moving as quickly as they could to get into the room but he wasn’t fast enough, tripping over the body he just put down. When Quinn attempted to close the door, one of the Zygr’ns had made their way into the doorway – Quinn beat the door against the once living police officer until it’s body just snapped in half. The door closed but the thing on the ground just lay there snarling at him. Dec beat the heel of his boots in the skull of the now dead and killed it off for sure.

Outside of the room were 3 more zombies that had witnessed the man kill two of its dead companions and escape into the room. On the inside of the door was Quinn, with little protection and even less backup – he realized he was in an interview room and pushed both the chair and the table up against the door to try to hold off from anything getting inside. Quinn knew he needed an exit plan because right now he was stuck in a small room with only one exit and one entrance. Quinn had to think quickly, he didn’t have many options. Scanning the room from top to bottom suddenly gave Quinn an idea. He mounted the chair on top of the table and climbed on top of it. He moved the tile in the ceiling away from its place and climbed in. Quinn smiled to himself as he moved through the ceiling carefully to get to the tactical storage room. He crawled through the ceiling, occasionally moving other tiles out of their place to get a sense of where he was going. He first dropped through the ceiling in the evidence drop off room – down the hall from where he was just recently looked away in hiding. There he got himself a large duffle bag to put in all the materials he picked up on his way in – two guns and a whole bunch of batteries. He checked the armory storage and only found a few scatter bullets for the guns he picked up and a few worn down bullet proof vests. He put one on and put one in the bag. He slung it over his shoulder and rounded the corner to check the weapons storage. Most people didn’t know where to go in the police station to find all that they needed. When he went around the corner he was greeted by another walker. He took his knife out quickly, he kicked the dead against the metal gate that protected the bunch of weapons held in the station and stuck the knife through its eye. He took his knife from the things head, wiping it away on his pants and sticking it back in his belt. Quinn kicked the lock of the gate a few times before it sprung open.

Quinn quickly made his way inside, grabbing whatever he could. He started with the heavier artillery – grabbing a few rifles (AR 15, An AK-47 and an M16 with Scope), putting those around his chest with each other their shoulder strap. He dumped boxes of ammo for each in the duffle and kept looking; he got some ammos for the two guns he had picked out in the lobby, a .45 caliber Colt Defender and a .45 caliber Remington. Quinn grabbed a couple of silencers, leg, ankle, shoulder and belt holsters for the hand guns and knives he has. He grabbed the last of the supplies he needed, including some homemade bombs he found in the lock up and a few more lights and radios. Quinn zipped the bag and pushed it over his shoulder.

Rather than walking out of the front like he had wanted to do to get to his car faster, Quinn cut through the bathroom that connected to a training room that had a door on the opposite side that led to the outside. He ran down the stairs of the outside patio that led to a parking deck. He bust through a door in the parking deck that would essentially lead to his security and victory in his scavenge – if only there weren’t a car with someone very clearly sitting in it blocking his clean getaway. “Shit.”