Description

Personality

Personality : Vincent is a simple man, he always tries to wear a smile regardless to how he truly feels. He enjoys helping people. He's a bit on the conservative side when it come to everything. He plays it safe. Vincent is as stubborn as people come and will often do things by himself if he doesn't like how others work.

Equipment

Weapons : His basic tools for work
Crowbar
Hammer
Pneumatic nailgun


Day 1 0636 : He steps out from his small motel on the outskirts of town. The early morning sun shining on him as he stretches and procedes to walk towards his truck. He starts his truck and lights himself a cigarette as he preps himself to go towards the new job site. He pulls away from the motel with a heavy sigh he mutters to himself" Another day another job."

0830 : "They could have given better directions." He says to himself in a low tone as he wanders the streets of Rivers Glenn. " How the hell do I get to the damn suburbs."

0915 : His truck comes to a screeching halt as a man shambles his way across the street. " Get the hell out of the road ya jackass." He shouts to the man. Vincent turns the wheel and pulls around the man and flips him the bird as he passes.

1027 : The door slams behind him as he exits the truck and heads for the door of the convience store. " One day, I'm going to get a damn gps." He says to himself. He enters the door to the store and walks straight for the drinks in the back. A few specks of blood lead his way, his eyes catching sight of it midway down the aisle. " Hello?" His voice calm yet loud, searching out for somebody. His head turns back to the counter to say something to the clerk, but no ones there. He starts to back his way up the aisle, sounds of heavy breathing come from where the light blood trail ends.

He makes his way outside and as he does a man shambles from the other side of his truck. " Are you ok?" He asks. No response. " Hey I'm talking to you." He says with a loud stern voice, but yet again no response. The man reaches his arms out towards Vincent and tries to take hold, but he pushes him back. The man falls back and the sleeve of his shirt slides up his arm on impact with the hard asphalt of the parking lot. " What in the name of Christ...." He mutters to himself as he stares at the section of arm. Flesh missing, bone showing. All he can tell is some sort of decay surrounds his arm. Vincent looks at the mans eyes and sees a blank dead stare.

The man makes his way back to his feet and lets out a long gasp. Vincent reaches into the flat bed of his truck and feels around for anything to use to try and intimidate the man. His hands feel cold steel and instantly brings the object into both of his hands in front of his body. Vincents eyes look down to see his crowbar within his grip. His eyes flash to the man slowly making his way to him " Back off man, I mean it." He yells.

1042 : Vincent takes a drag of his cigarette, his hands shaking. His gaze drifts to the man laying next to his truck, a crowbar lodged in his skull. " What the hell am I going to do." He asks himslef, hands still shaking from the wearing down adrenaline.

1739 : Vincent checks into another hotel in the uptown area of Rivers Glenn.

Day 2 0953 : " Shit I overslept." He shouts as he crawls out of bed. " I need to find that damn site before I lose the contract."

1325 : Thoughts of the previous day plague his mind. What if I'd done this or that. What if I just left. His hands grip the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white.

1512 : His eyes watch as every few blocks he sees men, women, and children coughing, curled up in pain. Down alleys men shambling towards the light of the road. " What's wrong with this town."

1930 : " I have to find that fucking site tomorrow or I'm screwed." His eyes glance up to the tv in the lobby. Reports of murders, and cannibalism almost across every channel the manager flips through. " Don't worry sir." The manager says with a smile a calm voice. " This is a safe place. No need to worry. Please go and enjoy your night."

Day 3 0230 : A loud crash outside the small hotel. " What the hell." Vincent says loundly as he heads for the window. Screams eminating from the car as a bunch of men make their way to vehicle. " What the fuck." He says watching all of the people shamble their way towards the car, fingers scraping across the hood, fists pounding on windows. He gets dressed in a flash. Sprinting down the hallway he sees the manager slouched against the wall, blood pouring from his neck. " Help me." Can be the only words percieved through the gurgles of blood. Vincent sprints past him and heads outside to his truck. The woman in the car that had crashed lays on the ground, her arm missing. " Fucking cannibalism. Fuck this I'm getting out of here."

1449 : The city limits can be seen as he sits parked a few blocks out. His eyes watching the military reinforcing blocades around the town. " This can't be." He mutters to himself. " God damn it." He thinks for a few minutes, lighting another cigarette. He shifts the truck into drive and heads back to that convience store.

1602 : Vincent raids the convience store, stocking up on snacks, canned food, frinks and cigarettes. He walks outside and looks around the skyline for the tallest building. A hotel not to far out in the uptown area catches his gaze. " Bingo." He tosses all the food in the passenger seat of his car. And hops into the flat bed. He slings his carpenters belt around him. Vincent slides his hammer, crowbar, and nailgun into it. The spare nail strips into his pocket. " Time to find a place to crash."

Day 6 1032 : Vincent sits smoking his cigarette on the roof of the hotel. The color from his face gone and his stomach rumbling. Rationing food for a man with such a high metabolism isn't the easiest thing to deal with. His eyes look to the barricaded door that leads back into the hotel. " Let's see how long this shit lasts."

History

History : Average by just about every means, a simple childhood growning up with his parents and two sisters in a far off town, a town which had never known the existence of Rivers Glenn. Vincent spent most of time outside of school with his friends and working small odd jobs with his father who had taught him how to be a jack of all trades. After finishing grade school he made his way out of town and began working with a construction company. He enjoyed his work, long days outside, constant exercise. His body was made of lean, hard mucsle because of the work. Vincent truly worked for his money, having his own company with a few of his closer coworkers in his mid twenties was proof of that.

As time passed he left all the business aspects to his friends, he knew he was more of a work horse and would have an easier time on his own reaping the full benefits for the efforts he applied. He went where they needed him to go, which is what has brought him into this certain situation.