Alex a sauté un peu quand la femme a atterri à côté de lui, lui faisant atteindre pour sa batte une seconde mais s'arrêtant quand il a réalisé que c'était juste la femme. "Oh. Un autre survivant." Il a dit en parlant d'eux devant quitter son domicile et parler de la vallée d'Or. "Golden Valley ne sera pas une option. J'ai rencontré un survivant hier à la périphérie disant qu'il avait été saccagé peu de temps après l'épidémie. Personne n'a vraiment nulle part où aller." Il a croisé les bras, malheureux.
"Semble que ta petite demeure n'était pas sécurisée aussi. Un homme s'introduit et tout le monde va bientôt s'enflammer. Une fois qu'ils verront de la nourriture, ils ne s'arrêteront pas avant de l'avoir. Nous avons peut-être une heure avant que leur seule force ne brise la porte. » Tout comme il a fini par dire cela, un coup fort a stressé la porte et les jambes en métal qui l'ont tenu en place. "Faites ça dans 20 minutes."
C'était un peu calme entre les trois pendant un moment avant qu'un son musical ne commence à se faire entendre. "KKZX? Ils sont toujours en ondes?" Il est passé devant les deux et est monté à une fenêtre montante. Il l'a regardé et a vu dehors. "On dirait qu'on a quelqu'un d'autre qui s'occupe de nous!" Il a crié. "Ils ont allumé une radio dans une voiture. Certains d'entre eux s'en vont pour vérifier. Si on est rapides, on peut sortir d'ici avant qu'ils ne réalisent ce qui se passe! J'ai utilisé une fenêtre à l'arrière de la bibliothèque pour entrer, nous pouvons l'utiliser pour faire notre évasion!" Il a crié, excité qu'il pourrait enfin faire du bien.
Alex Callahan

Age
29
Alternate nicknames
Dudly do diddly squat
Callahan
Waster
Biography
Alex comes across as somebody that looks professional and like somebody whom knows how to use a gun. He is not.
"I'm a soldier...well, no. I was a militiaman for the city! Um...okay fine I was part of the neighborhood watch with my brothers and my girlfriend and we kept the gangs off of the streets. We never killed anybody, we just used rubber bullets...YES I'VE KILLED A FEW DOZEN ZOMBIES."
Before the outbreak, he was a member of his home street's neighborhood watch. He and his friends all took firearms classes together and shot at the range every day they could while also simultaneously keeping gangs out of their neighborhood. With crime ramping up every day, Alex and his friends were on edge in their four man and one woman war on the gangs of the world. But when the zombie infestation broke out and he watched his brother rip open his girlfriend's throat, things just spiraled downward from there. He tried hitting up various friends in the outskirts of the city, but most were dead or pretended he didn't exist.
Though at the time he had only a POS glock in hand, a few military soldiers that had succumbed to the zombies and, when Alex took them down, he found standard issue G3 rifles and more than enough ammunition to stuff into his pockets. He even found riot police armor and a gas mask as he was scavenging one night.
Weeks later however and he was already being mentally eradicated, having lost a lot of the humor in his eyes as he had to use both rifle and a baseball bat he filled with spikes to put down zombies where he can in a mostly vain attempt to help people. Many times he was far too late with those he was trying to help having died already or were already close to death when he finally got the zombies off of them. He tended to show up at the worst of times and has even been shot a few times because of it.
Now from the mid-city, he's trying to make his way towards the outskirts of town and help what little survivors are left. He hates killing with a vengeance but will do what he must at this point just to survive and try and make days a little brighter for the last remaining survivors.
Equipment
An old, Leather satchel that belonged to his girlfriend. He keeps various bits of ammunition, food, and water inside but not much else. He tries to stay as light on his feet as he can.
A police issue Gas mask. Having found it on a riot officer, it, and the armor, give him that little bit of extra courage and hope for survival when they most likely don't do nearly as much as he hopes they do.
A gray Baseball bat with spikes hammered through it that he uses only when absolutely necessary. When not in use, he'll slip it under his satchel's flap in a makeshift sheath.
An old silver pocket watch that helps him retain his sanity.
A green flask with a golden symbol on the front. Current contents: Nearly full of Irish cream
Extra info
Face without his gas mask
Face without grime