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William "Bill" Janz

A caregiver.

0 · 283 views · located in North America, Post Apocalypse

a character in “The Bitter End”, as played by El_Gringo


Wyatt & Bill

Name: Bill Janz

Age: 32

Height/Weight: 5'10/180 lbs

Family: The only known surviving family that Bill has is his brother Wyatt. Bill was a lot closer to the Janz family that Wyatt, even though at 16 years younger he spent less time with them. He missed his cousins, aunts, and nephews . . . but once the chaos started, there was no time for a reunion.

Birthplace: Odessa, Texas

Survival Story: At age 22 when the infection began, Bill was working as a paramedic in Odessa, Texas. He had no wife, but he would regularly pick up women at the bar. The plan was to settle down, but not until he was 30 or so. The reason he became an EMT was because he got to help people, without having to wear a gun like a cop. People rarely shot down the medic in gang warfare. Wyatt gave him shit all the time for not following in his footsteps of law enforcement/security, but ultimately he approved of Bill's choice.

The infection erupted into their lives while eating at a BBQ restaurant in their hometown of Odessa. Mary, Wyatt's fourth wife, was bitten and torn at by a mob of people. While Wyatt and their friends fought the threat, he attempted to save Mary. There was nothing he could do, she received too many serious wounds at once. He watched the light go out of her eyes that day. It as the first who had died under his care.

Work wanted him to come in for overtime. While he got the job to help, he knew better than to go to work. It was the Goddamn zombie apocalypse as far as he was concerned. Survival of himself and his brother were of the utmost importance, since their parents were safely tucked away at their farm.

It was a struggle to escape the city, but they emerged victorious. It wasn't without battle, countless infected had to be gunned, clubbed, stabbed, and dismembered. Avoiding a wound in the midst of it all was perhaps the biggest challenge. Many more people died under his medical response. Death became reality.

Both brothers made it to the farm, able to live with their parents in peace until both died of old age. Bill was almost an accident child, born when his parents were aging, but he became both parents' favorite before he even shit his diaper. He was a diplomat, where Wyatt was an enforcer.

Their travels eventually brought them to a small settlement outside of Atlanta, where they hid from human and fungal rotters alike.

What are you packing?
  • 2 molotovs
  • Bow
  • Hand Axe
  • Shiv
  • 9mm pistol
  • Items: Blade, Bindingx1, Explosivesx2, Sugarx3, Alcoholx1, glass bottle, baseball

  • Communication: Bill knows how to talk and how to make people feel like they are being listened to.
  • Medical Knowledge: When a combat medic is needed, look no further.
  • Perception: A good eye in the battlefield or when scavenging, he sees things that others would miss. Bill also makes a hell of a spotter for Wyatt's sniping.

  • Too Diplomatic: Bill could be more assertive, instead of looking to please others so much.
  • A Dreamer: The source of many arguments for the brothers: Bill is optimistic and hopeful, Wyatt is a cynical bastard.
  • Supportive: Similar to his diplomacy, he gives way to others quite a bit. Unless it is his brother, who he loves to piss off by arguing.

Disposition: William wants to like everyone, and in turn be liked. This supportive nature can help quite a bit, as everyone feels appreciated, and lets their talent and skill out without stress or tension. When a task is decided on, he does not want to disappoint. When people are disrespectful too each other and don't get along, he tries to mediate.

So begins...

William "Bill" Janz's Story

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Lithia Springs, Georgia

Wyatt woke up with a migraine, empty bottle of bourbon next to his hammock. He had slept out in the open, in the backyard of the 'abandoned' home he and his brother had taken over. The town was about 17 miles outside of Atlanta. The selling point of the town was its natural lithia water springs, hence the name. It was one of the best kept secrets left in the world, as prying eyes did not adventure for the spring too often these days. Wyatt threw the sheet off his body, feeling the cool morning air prickly on his massive chest. Staying in shape was one activity from the old world he still held close.

"Bill, where the fuck is my gun?" Only in his boxer shorts, he dropped to his knees to look around on the ground. He moved too quickly, and the world around him spun. His sawn-off shotgun was the one weapon he always kept close. "Bill!?" The backdoor of the house opened up, his skinny brother stepping outside. Scrambled eggs and bacon wafted through the air toward him. Over the years, scrambled eggs were easily one of his favorite hangover foods.

Bill sauntered over toward him, looking down at him with a tilted smile. "Try looking in your room, you drunk bastard." As the b word came out, Wyatt looked up sharply at his brother. Not a second later his fist was colliding into Bill's stomach, knocking him to his knees. Wyatt got to his feet, but Bill swept his legs out from under him with a quick kick. The two men were a tangled mess of elbows and fists, raising bruises and welts.

Johny stepped outside, enjoying the show as he nibbled at a piece of bacon. "You boys are something else! The longer that fight goes on there, the more bacon for me I suppose." In the frenzy, Bill had ended up on top. He stood up, offering his hand to Wyatt, who accepted. Wyatt then socked him in the stomach again.

"You never know when to quit, Wy." Bill said, smiling despite a bloody lip.

"I know when to quit, once I get the last shot in." The brothers joined Johny in the kitchen, sitting down for some grub. Halfway through the meal, Wyatt muttered a half-hearted thanks to Bill for cooking breakfast. The three of them shot the shit, talking through the town rumors. Lithia Springs had stayed off the radar of hunters and military men alike, but the Fireflies knew about them. An unfortunate fact if Johny had his say.

"I'm thinking of getting away from Lithia for a while boys." The chewing stopped, the Janz brothers waiting for one of Johny's drawn out explanations. "I don't think this little paradise will last. We're too close to the city, a patrol is bound to see it isn't unmanned. Plus, it won't take an idiot to figure out one day that Lithia Springs might actually mean some fucking water." They all had a chuckle at that.

"Come on Johny, out with it." Wyatt spoke through a mouthful of egg.

Johny raised his eyebrows.

"It is the Fireflies fault, right? Isn't everything?" Johny's face reddened.

"Now come on Wy-," Bill cut Johny off.

"Don't you worry about Wyatt's mouth here, he's just trying to rile you up. We all know about your rough deal with the Fireflies." Johny had once been a Firefly. The way he told it, the military busted a firearms deal, and the rest of the FF crew left Johny to rot. He lost his faith in them that day, thinking them no better than the military dogs that were their opposition.

A frantic knock sounded at the door. "Bill! Bill, I need your help."

"Is that Freddy I hear?" Wyatt got out of his chair, and went to the door. Freddy Graham, the self-proclaimed bartender of the town, stood there wringing his hangs. "What is it Fred?"

"I've got an injured traveler, Bill is the best medical person we have around here." Wyatt let the man in, offering him some eggs. Freddy turned them down, focused on the reason he came to work.

Bill was already out of his chair, throwing his cowboy hat on. Johny resumed eating his food after the interruption.

"Everyone watch out, poor old Bill here will be walking with a boner at the fact that someone actually needs his help today." Wyatt couldn't help but grin at his own comment, while Johny coughed into his plate, suppressing laughter. Bill glared back, snatching his medical kit from the kitchen cupboard. Wyatt sat down at Bill's plate, eating the food he was leaving behind.

Before Bill left, the two brothers shared a look. Wyatt could be difficult at times, but he had done all the things that Bill couldn't to keep them alive on the road. For that, he had earned a life-time of slack. After the bartender and the medic left, the other two men ate in a long stretch of silence.

Until Johny spoke up. "Man, you are always an asshole in the morning."

"What can I say, I'm not a morning kind of guy. Afternoons and evenings is when I put my charm on." Wyatt belched, a few speckles of egg shooting out of his mouth onto the table.