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Christopher R. Forde

Cowardly journalist.

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a character in “The Quarantine of Hudson”, as played by dmboogie

Description

Name: Christopher R. Forde
Age: 21
Height: 6'2''
Weight: 140 lbs
Physical Description: Chris is tall and lanky, with short black hair and brown eyes. He wears rectangular, brown glasses. Chris has very pale skin, and almost no muscle to speak of. He has a small goatee.
Previous Job: Journalist.
Personality: A man from out of town, Chris is only living in Hudson in order to get a degree in journalism at a college in a nearby town. He thus has no real connections to anybody in Hudson. A very laid-back guy by nature, Chris does his best to avoid confrontation of any kind, trying to casually get away at the first sign of trouble. Despite this, he has a very inquisitive streak, and can overcome his natural tendencies when he smells a scoop.
Weapons: Kitchen Knife
Equipment: Pad of paper and pencil, digital camera, backpack, Disgusting canned food 5x

So begins...

Christopher R. Forde's Story

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"Goddammit, immune system? Why didja have to wait until the zombie apocalypse to sleep on the job and let me get a fever?" Chris mumbled to himself as he half-sprinted, half-stumbled through the street to the pharmacy. As a rather healthy man, most of the time, Chris had neglected to keep his home stocked with the necessary medication, a bad habit for which he was now paying the price.

Normally, it wouldn't have been that great of an idea to try and leave the safety of his home in such a state, but Chris's home was only a couple minute's walk away from the pharmacy, and after a full day of misery, he figured that it was worth risking a painful death to obtain the much-needed medication.

He had clearly been too optimistic. As he rounded the corner to the pharmacy, he found the windows busted open, and a redhead with a dog standing right outside. It was a bit surprising that it had taken this long to get looted, thinking on it a bit. "Er, h-hey!" He stammered, hastily hiding his kitchen knife (the only thing in his home that had been really suitable for use as a weapon). "Anything left in there? I guess the sick bird misses the worm and all that, but I'm sorta in need of some fever medicine."

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Looking the stranger up and down, she saw the signs of a fever and raised her bat. Buster stood up and lowered his head, growling a warning at him.
"What's wrong with you? Are you bitten? Did you get scratched?!" Willow asked, stepping back cautiously. "Tell me right now, or so help me I will bash your skull in." Buster barked in agreement.

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((Sorry, posted in the wrong location.))

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"Woah, woah, woah, the hell is your problem?" Christopher stuttered, holding his hands up. "I've just got a legit fever because the universe fuckin' hates me, alright? Haven't even gotten within like ten feet of a zed, so how 'bout you stop threatening to bash my head in ?"

He sighed. "Look, lady, all I'm asking is if there's any shit left in there. If you took it all, I'm just gonna turn around, go home, and suffer, alright?"

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Willow looked the lanky man up and down and nodded. "I'm just making sure you aren't going to turn into one of those...things." She nodded, and unzipped her backpack. After a good minute or two of rummaging, she grabbed a bottle of Dayquil and threw it at him. "This should help. There's more in there, but it's getting late and you don't want to get stuck in an open building at night" She nodded towards the setting sun. "Do you have a place where we can stay?" She nodded at Buster and looked back at the young man curiously. If he really was sick, she could help him get better quickly.

"It'll be better if we stick together. Nobody should be alone here."