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Evan Manno

"Jesus, can't these things shut the fuck up for ONE SECOND. Their clicking is driving me insane."

0 · 301 views · located in Post-Apocalyptic America

a character in “Contagion”, as played by DumbassArmageddon

Description

Evan Manno

Gender: Male

Age: 21

Height: 6' 1"

Weight: 190 lbs

Personality: Evan could be considered a sloth of sorts; He likes to take his time and does things slowly if possible. He likes to relax in bed or in front of his laptop, building websites for pay. He likes things to be in a type of order, which is why he enjoys coding. He's a bit strange in his behavior, but it's very subtle. He likes to be sarcastic, but deep down he really does care. He doesn't mind being the center of attention and will take the lead if necessary. He's not afraid to stand up for himself/others. Evan tries to be friendly with everyone, but if you do something to lose his favor, you'll definitely know it; he has a vehement tongue when need be. Evan, being an author, is very artful with his words, causing him to be persuasive in certain instances. He tries to please everyone, and ultimately feels inadequate when he's unable to do so. He cracks jokes to lighten moods and often inappropriate times, like funerals.

Appearance: Tall and kind of wide in a muscular way, with a prominently German face less the bulbous nose. His gentle gray/blue eyes are sometimes covered by his shoulder length straight black hairs that end in subtle curves outwards. His left cheekbone is slightly sunken and marred by a permanent yellow/purple discoloration he received when he was mugged and struck with a baseball bat at the age of 18. His chin is occasionally flecked with a thin layer of hair, but is usually kept clean. He has strong legs and a slight belly, but could be considered attractive.

Equipment:
  • 12" Machete
  • Leather Bracers
  • M100 Firecrackers for Distractions
  • Utility Knife
  • Black Backpack:
    • Large Blanket
    • Random Assorted Ammunition
    • 2 Empty M4A1 magazines
    • Canteen
    • Lighter
    • 5 strips of Rabbit Jerky
    • LED Flashlight
    • Roll of Toilet Paper
    • Survival Kit:
      • Matches
      • Bandages
      • 20 Antibiotic Pills
      • Mirror
      • Compass
      • Pencil
      • Notepad
      • Flint Striker
      • 3 Water Purification Tablets

Physical Description: A black t-shirt that states in small white letters "My other ride is your Mom,". Wears straight fit black jeans and a pair of black combat boots. If weather requires, he wears a black pull-over "Lamb of God" hoodie. When not in use, he leaves it tied around his waist.

When the Infection Struck... Evan was sleeping deeply in his bed in the early afternoon; He created websites and software from home, so he worked on his own schedule. He woke with a start to loud popping noises nearby his home. Evan peered out of his window to a horrifying sight. Soldiers of some sort were firing at what appeared to be innocent people. He saw them breaking into homes and pulling out bloodied, frantic people. They shined lights in their eyes, and shot them. Only a few passed the light-test, he assumed, because they then got thrown into the back of a Hum-Vee.

Evan loaded up as quickly as he could, grabbed everything he thought he'd need, then hopped on his bicycle and rode off. Confused and scared, he took off down some back roads he knew in hopes of avoiding whomever was killing his neighbors. After riding away for a few hours, he stopped on a dirt road. He tried his phone, but had no service. He rode for a while longer, and eventually collapsed from exhaustion near nightfall. He pulled his bicycle down into a ditch and crawled into it as well, covering himself in a blanket and curling up for the night. He figured it would be the best place to stay out of sight if someone was to walk along the road.

He was woken up by a person on the road early in the morning. Evan quietly peered out to the man, who appeared to be hurt. He was alone and was moving erratically. Almost shambling. He called out to the man, figuring he was safe in his hidden location. The man immediately turned his way, yet it was barely too dark to see his face. The man began to sprint in the direction of Evan's voice. Evan spooked and pulled his machete, standing shakily and bracing himself. He called for the man to stop, but he quickly realized what he was facing was not a man. The snarls and erratic movement and blood stained clothes and yellowing skin put up a red flag for Evan. He swung as the man neared him, cleaving his head from his body. Evan immediately got sick on the ground. After, he examined the corpse. It already appeared to be decomposing, which was impossible. Evan quickly concluded that some sort of zombie-like disease had taken hold. He was in disbelief. It had actually HAPPENED. He saw it in movies and games, but never for real.

He packed up and rode his bike through back roads aimlessly for a few days, encountering the Infected only one at a time.. His surroundings changed from the typical Kansas forest he was so used to to a more barren, desert-like area. He had not seen another living person for his entire journey. Evan finally came across a small town, and decided to investigate carefully and possibly search for supplies. He had eaten his last bit of food for lunch that day. A lot of the town had been set aflame, and some was still burning. Evan saw not a soul. Evan explored the town cautiously, prepared to dash at a moment's notice. He searched through gas stations and a grocery store, and found enough canned food and water to last him several more days. As he was preparing to leave, he happened across what looked like a sleeping bag and a smoking, burnt out fire located on the porch of a house. He parked his bike and climbed the stairs to the porch, calling out quietly to see if anyone was there. His ventures landed him with a gun to the back of his head.

After pleading his case for what felt like forever, the man that had confronted him backed off. Evan told him his story, and the man told him his. The man had short blonde hair and was about 5' 6" tall. He was burly, but his eyes were afraid. He carried what appeared to be a Beretta M9 handgun, and an M4A1 on his back. His name was Thomas. He was from Oklahoma and was on his way to a safe zone in Texas he had heard about on the radio. Thomas and Evan agreed to travel together, so Evan found Thomas a bike and they were off. Their travels were uneventful, except for the occasional Infected, since they took back roads. After trust had been formed, Thomas let Evan carry his M4, since Thomas had poor eyesight.

After another day of travel, Evan and Thomas were near the safe zone in Texas. They needed food before they arrived, though, so they traveled into town for supplies. They were swarmed by infected as they searched, and Evan barely escaped. He unloaded two M4A1 magazines into the infected before having the gun ripped from his grasp by an infected. He fought his way out with his machete and ran away as fast as he could. He was separated from Thomas, and he never saw him again. He wasn't sure if he was dead or not. He really hoped he was okay...

Evan arrived at the safe area and got in without a hitch.

So begins...

Evan Manno's Story

Characters Present

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James Winter Monroe

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It's been nearly a week since the first biters started showing up, at first only a few, but as soon as they hit the cities... It didn't take long for the military to step in and start evacuating civilians. That's how I ended up in Zone 14, but not as a civilian, I escorted a convoy of trucks across the Texan border and into the stadium. It's not looking good here, too many people and not enough supplies to keep everybody fed for more than another week or two. We've lost contact with Zone 13 and the last air drop scheduled didn't come. I fear the worst is already upon Zone 14, how much longer can we pretend this place is safe?

Winter snapped his journal close, standing from the metal foldable chair that sat in front of a small table in the tent he had been assigned to. Tucking the small notebook into his back pocket he placed the pen he had been using behind one ear, rubbing his cold hands together. Even with his long sleeve shirt and thick pair of jeans, the fall air still made him shiver as he ran a hand over his head and then his eyes, rubbing the sleep away. Grabbing the heavy coat draped over the back of his chair he shouldered it on quickly and pulled up the hood as he zipped up the front.

Ducking outside through the tent's flap he squinted against the weak noon high sun that dared to peek out from behind a heavy rain cloud. It hadn't started raining yet, but the dark and forbidding skies were keen to release the water at some point. The stadium was at it's busiest, people bustling around like ants as food rations and supplies were handed out by men and women in army uniforms at tables. Beside each table stood two heavily armed guardsmen, their suspicious eyes looking out for any who may try and get doubles and also looking for any who showed signs of sickness.

Just like the many others around him, Winter searched for the shortest line, stepping in behind those who were also waiting. Feet shuffled forward slowly and people were served, though it seemed like forever, until Winter had come to the front of the line. Digging into his front pocket he pulled out his ration stamp card and slid it across the table. The woman there glanced over it and then nodded to a boy standing next to her, he disappeared for a moment and came back with an EMR package and a bottle of water, the woman stamping his card. "Next!" She called out, handing Winter back his card.

"See you tomorrow, Julia." Winter gave a charming smile as he picked up his food and water, winking as he scooted past the man next to him, stepping out of line. A shoulder bumped into his, causing his stuff to fall to the ground, the quickly walking person who had ran into him barely batting an eye as they stumbled on. "Well excuse you..." He muttered, glaring over his shoulder as he bent down to grab his stuff, brushing the dirt off.

((OOC:Hey y'all, I finally decided to post, I was tired of waiting. I tagged all the characters who have been accepted (I don't have the power to accept those who haven't, sorry) in hopes to get this thing going. Hopefully you haven't lost interest and will join me...Pretty please, with a cherry on top? Any questions can and should be posted in the OOC.

Thanks much,
Paint))