Ils étaient tous dans la petite pièce, John et les autres survivants. C'était un peu déconcertant au début d'être jeté dans une pièce avec un tas de gens, après avoir été seul là-bas pendant un mois. Il s'est réconforté qu'ils n'aient pas été infectés. Tout le monde avait le même regard sur son visage, ils étaient inquiets. L'espoir était là, mais ils étaient tous inquiets de ce qui allait se passer. John le savait parce qu'il ressentait la même chose. Pourtant, il s'est rendu compte qu'il y avait une chance que sa sœur soit quelque part dans la foule. "Taylor!" Il a appelé pour sa sœur, faisant son chemin à travers la foule. Il n'y a pas eu de réponse, donc il a décidé d'essayer sa nièce ensuite. "Ava, es-tu ici-" La chambre trembla violemment, et John réussit à voyager sur un autre survivant.
"Tous les civils doivent être éliminés," Les mots échouèrent à son oreille, et il lui fallut une seconde pour enregistrer ce qu'ils disaient. Putain, putain, putain. John a frénétiquement sauté et scanné la pièce pour une sortie, et a noté qu'il n'y avait qu'une seule sortie, mais il semblait être fermé. Certains des autres survivants essayaient de l'ouvrir avec peu ou pas de succès; la porte refusait de céder. John était en route pour les aider, quand il a vu le plus solide se faire frapper par-dessus la rampe.
"Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeees et messieurs!" Le grand homme, qui était entré quand John ne regardait pas, criait maintenant. « Merci d'avoir visité le Rig, nous espérons vous revoir bientôt. "Pousse-toi!" John savait tout de suite que l'homme était infecté, il l'avait déjà vu. Le cri foulé, l'animal a l'air sur son visage, et pour aggraver les choses, l'homme a produit deux grenades à main de sa ceinture.
John a cherché l'autre plus solide pour se protéger, mais il était encore inconscient sur le sol; son fusil était sur le sol à côté de lui. "Shit", John maudit. Il s'est battu à travers la foule paniquée pour attraper l'arme. C'était plus lourd qu'il ne l'avait prévu, et il avait vu assez de films pour savoir qu'il avait besoin de vérifier la sécurité. Il était prêt à tirer. "Juste... pointer et tirer." Il a essayé d'aligner les vues de fer aussi bien qu'il le pouvait, espérant frapper l'homme au centre de sa poitrine, mais il n'avait jamais été un grand tireur. "Fais chier." Il a appuyé sur la gâchette, l'arme a tiré violemment, et un flot de balles s'est envolé.
Les coups de feu ont immédiatement réduit au silence la pièce. Les survivants ont brièvement cessé de paniquer, pour localiser la source. John a baissé le fusil un moment, en vérifiant s'il l'avait frappé. Il avait manqué sa zone prévue. Plutôt que de frapper la masse centrale, il y avait une ligne de trous de balles qui a commencé au cou de l'homme et a continué vers le haut. Le sergent des Marines est retombé contre le mur, le badigeonnant de sang. Les deux grenades à main sont sorties de ses mains, et sur le bord de la passerelle. Ils se cliquent inoffensifment sur le sol à côté de John quand ils atterrissent, leurs épingles sont toujours intactes. John a coulé à genoux, "Oh Dieu merci." Il a regardé l'homme inconscient et a dit à personne en particulier, "Je parie qu'il peut nous sortir d'ici."
Name: John Hemmy
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Nationality: United States/White
Surviving Family: Sister and Niece
Former Occupation: Fry Cook/was looking into college
Backstory: The doctor motioned with his right hand for John to look at the camera as he spoke. He took a deep breath, and slowly let it out before before speaking. “Well, uh, I was working the first night that it hit my town. No one had really expected it, we were led to believe that the virus hadn’t made it down that far south yet. It was around eleven at night when I first encountered someone who was infected.
“My boss was going over some paperwork, and I was counting the inventory. I was in the walk in cooler when I heard the commotion coming from his office. Sounded like he, uh, smashed his window. I didn’t want to go in there, ‘cause I thought he was mad again. He had an awful temper, did shit like that all the time. But I had to run in there when he started screaming my name. When I rounded the corner to his office, I saw him, uh, fighting off what I thought was a pissed off customer. The customer was flailing a bat around, and my boss was using his barstool to keep him at a distance.
“I didn’t really have time to think about it, so I just tackled the customer, and kept him pinned to the floor while my boss called the police. I didn’t realize it at the time, you know, that he was infected, but it clicked once my boss told me that he was trying to spit on him. I had heard that they can spread the virus with bodily fluids, is that true?” John asked, the doctor nodded his head yes.
John cleared his throat and began again, “The next couple of days were pretty weird. No one was allowed to leave their house, complete lockdown. Such a stupid idea, people were practically trapped in their homes. Didn’t, uh, take long for the infected to start ripping the city apart. I tried going to my parents house to get them out, wanted to get everyone in the family out alive. When I got there…” John’s voice trailed off, “Well...you know. I tried my sister next, I was happy to find them alive. Her and my niece hopped in my truck, and we left town through the, uh, backroads. No particular destination in mind.
“We stayed together for a few weeks, scavenging for food and fuel. I’d go into the towns, and she would watch the truck. Until about a month ago when we got separated. I was on my way back to the truck, when I saw the infected around the two of them; they were creeping up on the truck. I yelled for her to start the truck and drive away, then I got the attention of the all the infected and made them chase me. I don’t, uh, know how long I ran. It was definitely the longer than I ever had before. The infected were screaming and shouting the entire time they were chasing. I don’t know if I lost them, or if they just got bored and quit following. But about two hours after that, I collapsed in some woods and fell asleep. Woke up a few hours later, I was lost but still alive. And then for a month, I was alone.
“Only saw two other sane people, but they didn’t last long. I was hiding in a, uh, dumpster while the two strangers got beat to death by a group of the infected. I’m sure the marines here would have jumped in to save those people, but I was scared. Fear keeps you alive out there,” John cleared his throat, “Anyway, uh, that’s pretty much my whole story. I found you guys two days ago, almost got shot introducing myself, and now I’m here.” John sighed, happy to have the interview done with. The doctor gave a gentle nod and shut the camera off.

Appearance: John is 6 feet tall, and weighs around 125. Before the outbreak he had a healthier weight, and a slim athletic build, but the lack of food has thinned him out a little. Without any barbers around to have taken care of him, John’s hair has become uncharacteristically long; stopping just at his shoulders. His once full face, is now sunken and bruised. The overall rugged appearance makes his hazel eye color seem to pop.
((The appearance is a bit a rough, but it's four in the morning so it'll have to do for now.))