Station de cinq points/métropolitaine,
Atlanta (Géorgie)
États-Unis d'Amérique
Benjamin Young
L'odeur de la sueur envahissait la pièce, l'époustouflante respiration résonnait dans tous les dortoirs de Ben. Benjamin venait de terminer son récent régime d'exercice, bien qu'il n'ait réussi qu'à peine à faire la moitié, mais c'était un début. Il pense que dans ce dieu abandonné, monde stérile, que le maintien d'être en forme lui donne la meilleure chance de survie. Être en surpoids et lent le tuerait, c'est ce qu'il pensait quand il avait prévu ça.
Benjamin et Victoria avaient prévu de chercher des approvisionnements dans les environs et peut-être des survivants volontaires, comme le dépanneur des Cinq Points ou les McDonalds à proximité. Peut-être que le dépanneur avait des fournitures médicales ou des nécessités vitales ou que les McDonald avaient plus de nourriture et d'eau pour reconstituer leur approvisionnement en baisse, bien qu'ils avaient un approvisionnement en eau relativement abondant à épargner lors d'un trek précédent.
Heureusement, l'eau était toujours en marche, mais seulement des douches froides car le chauffage était endommagé et ni Benjamin ni Victoria n'avaient le savoir-faire pour le réparer, mais c'était quelque chose. Avec l'eau fraîche qui trompait le dos de Benjamin, il ne pouvait penser au monde qu'avant que cela ne se produise. Comment tout était tellement meilleur et paisible, mais maintenant, avec tout le monde debout divisé et se poignardant le dos, il y avait une guerre sur deux fronts, l'un avec les morts marcheurs et l'autre avec les humains eux-mêmes.
Enfin terminer sa douche qui a pris plus de temps que prévu parce qu'il se livrait à la couvée contemplative. Il essuyait lentement les zones humides et atteignait son jean, qui ne sentait pas très bien, mais qui fonctionnait pour l'instant. Après qu'il eut mis son pantalon, Victoria entra dans la pièce et se tint quelque peu choqué contre lui. "Voulez-vous frapper s'il vous plaît?" il a dit à Victoria qui était juste debout là avec un sourire moqueur. "De toute façon, j'ai pensé qu'il y avait deux zones qui pourraient avoir laissé des provisions que les bandits n'auraient peut-être pas eues, ou peut-être quelques survivants en enfer. C'était au dépanneur des cinq points ou même aux McDonalds, peut-être le pharmaceutique? C'est à toi de décider. il lui a dit, toujours dans sa disposition relativement choquée.
Benjamin Young
Appearance:

Size:
5'8 154 lbs
Physical Shape:
His body is relatively fit, due to him going for frequent jogging and training. He eats well and so his body has built up to be lean and a tad muscular. He works as a Police Detective's assistant, so he usually prefers to stay at his peak form. The few times Young gets called to the field has affected his Physique, somewhat.
Age:
22
Personality:
Benjamin is as you find any newbie Detective assistant, brash, young and headstrong. He rushes headlong to help anyone who needs it, even during the apocalypse. He is relatively sociable and can get a conversation going if need-be. He has a harsh attitude towards people he deems are 'assholes', and is even harsher towards criminals who have commited murder, but can get along well with most people. In his free time away from the force, he bodes his time with his closest friends or just propping down a book or two to read, many of his friends tease him do to this peculiarity, particularly due to his age.
Occupation:
Police Detective's Assistant.
Equipment:
He wears normal light blue jeans that give him the freedom to sprint when he deems necessary, he usually sports a beanie and a dark colored hoodie with a light colored shirt for 'contrast'. He always wears 'unfashionable' running footwear as he finds it more comfortable than the typical sneakers that somewhat hinder movements.
He carries around a lightweight rucksack that is lightblue in color, the contents of which are basic neccessities like water, food and an emergency medical kit. His other needed items are there like perfume, toothbrush and the like.
He still carries around 'his' police badge, in memory of Josh.
Weapons:

This weapon was provided by the force for use during emergency situations. The gun has a few rounds in it as Benjamin never really has found a use for it, and can be used to intimidate other humans.
Steel Bat
He grabbed this on his way home, relatively sturdy and still usable. Doesn't weigh him down and rests in his rucksack when it's not needed.
Background:
Beginning his life as an orphan, he never really knew the warmth of parental love, he didn't really know them nor how they passed away, they died just like that, in a zoom and in a flash it all ended. His memory from that time was really hazy. All he could remember was that in an impulse his parents pushed him in their hidden room located in the foyer, and next thing he knew, he woke up in a hospital to his uncle's downcast face.
In a stuttering and dejected voice and through tearful eyes he mentioned how his parents were gunned down and the culprits were never found. Only two dead and ravaged bodies were found lying in a pool of blood, eyes filled with terror. Shedding tears with his uncle, they mourned the night away. Waking up the next day, with his uncle sleeping by his side, all that resounded on Benjamin's ears were the sounds of screams from his parents.
Filed with new brimming drive, his goal would be to find his parents' murderers, his uncle, Thomas Young, didn't want him to pursue the path of revenge as nothing great would come of it but Benjamin would not be stopped, and his uncle, understanding his burning anger let him pursue the path of being a detective. In highschool, he was relatively unsociable, being silent and brooding. Most people avoided him, but he did managed to make a friend, well a friend who approached him first. Victoria 'Tori' Pesa. She had somewhat brightened up his dark and gloomy self and after years had pulled him out of his depression and made him sociable. Benjamin after these events had become somewhat protective of her, but entirely platonic.
It was only after the 'incident' where it took the life of almost all of her relatives. Benjamin didn't know what to do, but he had always been there for his friend. Her father didn't really help, straining their relationship.
In college, Benjamin had taken Criminology as his major, still having the perpetually burning drive to find his parents' killer. He, for some reason, naturally excelled at the subject, perhaps it was drive or perhaps it was talent, either way Benjamin didn't care. After a while he had managed to land a job at the local Police Force and became a Detective assistant. His career in this was short lived as the apocalypse came quickly soon as he got his job.
Walking in the office, at the dead of night Benjamin had forgotten his rucksack at a desk. The smell of metal permeated the air, though Benjamin didn't take heed as this was a police building after all. Entering the building was eerie at night, the stillness and deafening silence perturbed Benjamin as it caused him to quicken his pace. Finally arriving at the desk, he sees one of his colleagues near it, just standing there. Feeling a sense of foreboding, he grabbed his gun that was safely tucked behind his back. "Josh, you alright man?" he utters out loud, with 'Josh' turning around with a mouthful of blood and the most grotesque features. Half his face was practically eaten off and he was missing one ear. The thing that was once Josh began to sprint at him, all Benjamin could do was stifle a cry and pull the trigger. A loud gunshot rang through the empty police building.
Quivering and placing his hand on his mouth I- I just killed a man. I go- gotta call Victoria quickly dialing her, he explained that the rumors and jokes about the zombies were real and told her to pack up. At first she wasn't convinced but soon believed so, as Benjamin never took a joke this far. With his friend's blood still on his hands, he trembled as he willed his legs to cautiously trudge the long journey to his house. His journey home had been as if to a strange place, he had walked through this street a million times and now it feels like a trek through an unknown place. Cars were strewn around with their doors flung open, some of them even having a lit engine, providing subtle warmth in the stark contrasting weather. Window panes were broken and the valuables behind them were stolen. I saw my bloodied reflection on the broken shards and Ben felt disgust.
Finally arriving home, he looked for his uncle, only to find it empty. Ben was extremely worried but he had no time. He grabbed his necessities and dumped them into his bag. He picked up a steel bat that he treasured deeply. A memento of his uncle. With a warm smile, he piled it in with the rest. You better be okay, damn uncle.
Soon they were both off in the car, with blaring broadcasts about the walking dead and how the light was 'dying'. They were headed off to a safe spot, but Benjamin still couldn't believe this whole ordeal and wore a face of disbelief the whole trip. Victoria's face was about the same, only hoping for the best as they approached the safe haven.