Name: Alexander Romanov
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Personality: Can be an ass at times, but will normally keep a calm demeanor. Is paranoid and hesitant of other survivors and new people in general. He tends to have very few close friends. He mainly tries to stay solitary. Though he may rely on others if deemed necessary. He's very perceptive, always looking around at his surrounding, trying to take in every detail.
Appearance:Equipment:Mosin Nagant 7.62x54R bolt action rifle. (5 round capacity/clip, mid-Long range weapon) Most likely slung over shoulder, because ammo is rare to find. Although monstrously powerful, it can be inaccurate at longer ranges.
Maybe around 5 rounds at any given time.
Beretta Model 70 Semi-Automatic Pistol. (8 round magazine, close range) In holster, ready to be used. Uses .32 ammo, Smaller than 9mm, nearly zero recoil.
3-4 mags worth at any given time.
Switchblade. In an easy to get to pocket.
Gas mask, for spores. Also 1-2 extra Filters. (Normally only 1 extra)
Tactical belt. Used to carry all sorts of things in an easy to reach/quick to access place. Holds pistol, Rifle ammo, switchblade, a lighter, keys, map, and gas mask (for spores).
Physical description: Black/
dark grey jacket, under that a plaid shirt, grey jeans, combat boots, and the previously mentioned belt.
Where he was when the outbreak occurred: The room was dimly lit, only being lit by the television on dresser. Lex was asleep in bed. He had fallen asleep while flipping through channels, eventually drifting off on the news channel. He was awoken a loud crash in the middle of the night. In his dazed state he assumed someone was breaking in. He grabbed his pistol from the nightstand and slowly made his way down the hallway. He could see broken glass next to the sliding glass door in the kitchen. As well as hear a moaning sound from the living room of the house. Lex slowly turned the corner to a sick looking man stumbling around.
"You broke into the wrong house mother fucker." Lex shouted.
The man turned around, Lex looked on in horror. As the man was terribly disfigured.
"Get.. get back! I'm warning you!" Lex could barely get the words out without fear.
The man let out a terrible sound and started heading for Lex. Lex hesitated shooting the man, he pushed Lex into the hallway wall and they both fell, Lex dropped the pistol. Lex tried pushing him off, but his weight was too much. Lex punched the man in the head, he recoiled. Lex then pushed and kicked him off, grabbed his pistol from the floor and shot the man before he could get back on top of him. Lex got onto his feet and went to the kitchen. He turned on the sink and washed his face, trying to come to terms with what just happen. As that happened emergency vehicles, sirens blazing drove by. Lex ran out front, people were packing up their cars, and smoke filled the distant sky. A man on the other side of the street was yelling to his family "Come on, we have to go.. now!!", he slammed the doors on his SUV and sped out of his driveway and down the street.
Lex ran inside and slammed the door behind him. He went to his bedroom and watched the news. "Panic has erupted in the city, people infected..." Lex started to panic, the man wasn't disfigured, he was infected. He immediately grabbed his rifle and backpack, and threw in his phone, ammo, clothes, and some food from the kitchen. He put on his old duty belt, and holstered his pistol. "...please head to your nearest quarantine zone as soon as possible...". The list of QZs scrolled by on a ticker bar at the bottom of the screen. Zone 14, that was closest. He grabbed his keys and went to the garage. He threw his backpack and rifle into the front seat, and started the car.
"The shit was meant to hit the fan someday..." He mumbled to himself as he drove off down the street...