La fille n'a pas répondu. Elle devait avoir peur de bouger. Etzer ne voulait pas le faire, mais il a dû la quitter s'il voulait survivre. Il courait jusqu'à la porte quand il a entendu le soldat d'en haut leur dire qu'il y avait six des infectés venant leur chemin, et il a largué son fusil sur le sol. Etzer se précipita pour le ramasser, et au moment où il le fit, le rugissement d'un fusil sonna à travers la cellule, et il vit le capitaine se jeter de sa position au-dessus.
Etzer est passé par la porte ouverte. Sur le sol, un autre soldat était couché sur le sol avec une tache de sang sur la poitrine. Etzer n'arrêtait pas de courir, son arme pointée vers le bas. Il a failli l'éteindre quand il est tombé sur deux femmes debout devant la porte hydraulique, étiquetée "Armory"
"Alors, on va entrer? On ne peut pas attendre ici toute la journée." C'est là qu'Etzer entendit les bruits venant de derrière la porte, les cris affreux et les cris, et le claquage de métal qui venait des armes chargées, les infectés sortiraient de cette porte à tout moment. Etzer se tenait à côté de la porte, hors de vue s'ils sortaient, prêts à tirer sur les infectés qui seraient en train de progresser vers Survivor Processing. Il a pris un souffle nerveux et a attendu.
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.