Etzer était à la porte quand il a entendu les cris et les coups de feu. Sa main était sur la porte prête à l'ouvrir. Il pourrait les laisser avec les marines et continuer à essayer d'arriver à l'héliport à temps, ou il pourrait retarder lui-même pour les aider. Il ne savait pas non plus ce qu'il y avait derrière la porte, et pouvait utiliser le bouclier supplémentaire de sauvegarde/viande.
"Mon Dieu!" Etzer s'est retourné, se dirigeant vers l'armurerie. La lumière brillait à travers la grande porte ouverte, et il pouvait voir ce qui se passait d'où il se tenait. Ils ont dû plonger derrière un comptoir, et l'une des oreilles des poussins saignait. Sans avertissement, il a tiré l'épingle de la grenade et l'a jetée dans la fumée venant de la porte menant à la survivante avant. Après cela, meh a commencé à tirer son magazine dans la fumée, suivi d'une explosion de la grenade. Le plafond du couloir pour le traitement des survivants s'est effondré, les laissant avec un seul chemin à parcourir.
"Hurry up, je ne veux pas passer plus de temps avec ces putains de monstres!" Etzer est ensuite retourné dans le couloir qu'il vient d'arriver. C'est la dernière fois que je les sauve!
Name: Etzer Kilono
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Nationality: From California
Surviving Family: None that he knows of
Former Occupation: Worked at a Donut Shop
Backstory: Etzer lived in California with his mother and sister. Ever since his rich dad divorced his mom and left them alone with barely any money, Etzer has been living with them. Since his mom had to work to jobs, she had the car, while his sister was put in a cheap daycare. This went on for eight months before T-1C. The daycare his sister was in was raided by those... Things, and they killed everyone in it. He then watched his mother's throat get torn open, the jugular gushing blood like a fountain. He ran, and ran. It was all he could ever think about, all he could ever do. He eventually found an abandoned house, and lived of canned food, as he didn't want to risk anything that had been left out. After a week, living in an abandoned house, Etzer was surrounded by the things. He grabbed a knife, and killed them. It was the first time he ever killed, and something triggered inside him that told him it wouldn't be the last.
Etzer moved from that house once it was torn up, and all the food was gone. He traveled, his food and water slowly diminishing, as well as his hope. The world had gone to shit, and his was on his own, the last drops of water in his bottle, stayed there until he couldn't bare it anymore and drank it. He was worn out, thirsty, hungry, weak, and soon, was almost lifeless. He laid on the ground and waited for the infected to come, but they didn't. He was left their to suffer. He was on the ground for a day. Only when he woke up, did he hear the screams of the infected around him. Only then, was he hopeful that he walls be put out of his dreadful misery. But he wasn't.
That's when the rescue teams came in. He asked and asked to be killed, but they weren't having any of it. They gave him water, and it refreshed him, replenished him, into a new person. He wasn't weak anymore, he wasn't unstable. He was Etzer, the Badass Donut Shop guy who could kill an infected person. With that cheesy moral support he gave himself, he was able to hang on, and make it to the rig, which is where his story ends. It's not the most exciting, or, 'life-saving' story, but it was what happened.
Appearance: Etzer is tall, standing at exactly 6'0. He is built strong, but what he went through wore him down, and now while he is built strong, he doesn't have the strength needed to accommodate his body. His once shoulder length brown hair, is cut short. He has soft brown eyes, but while they appear soft, they can become steel, and unforgiving at any moment. Besides his eyes, also decorating his face are many scars, indicated he's had a rough time out there.