Etzer Kilono
Traitement des survivants
Etzer s'assit de manière somnolente dans le coin de la cellule de confinement. Ses mains étaient attachées ensemble, les coudes sur ses genoux, et la tête tombant paresseusement sur le côté. Ses cheveux ressemblaient à une plante brun louche assise sur sa tête, où il traitait des pensées dans son esprit étourdi. Il dormait alors qu'il s'éveillait avec un début. Il n'avait pas pu dormir depuis... C'est arrivé. Il n'a pu que s'évanouir avant de se réveiller une fois de plus. En conséquence de cette main de sacs formé sous ses yeux solennels, lui donnant l'impression d'un sans-abri. Trouver sa tentative de dormir inutile, avec un peu de difficulté, il s'est levé de sa position assise, et a étendu son corps faible.
On pouvait entendre des cris sur la promenade au-dessus des survivants, et en quelques secondes, un corps est tombé de la promenade dans leur cellule. Un homme manifestement infecté se tenait sur la passerelle, tenant à de petites orbes vertes dans ses mains. C'est pas vrai. Sans avertissement, un rugissement fort a éclaté de leur cellule, l'endroit, un homme tenant l'arme des soldats morts. Etzer sentit son cœur frapper dans sa poitrine avec la vitesse et la férocité de la mitrailleuse qui venait d'être tirée. Un cri sonnait alors à travers la cellule.
"HHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE En criant, Etzer pouvait voir la porte de la cellule légèrement ouverte, et le museau d'un pistolet se balançant. Etzer s'est écrasé au sol, atterrissant sur le soldat mort. En écoutant attentivement, il entendait un bruit bourdonnant venant du corps. C'était le casque. Il l'a attrapée et l'a placée sur sa tête. Il a saisi le micro et a parlé aussi clair que sa voix tremblante le pouvait.
À l'aide! Au secours! Ça vient de Survivor Processing! Il y a un infecté qui essaie de percer la porte! Nous avons besoin de quelqu'un ici, sinon, nous serons infectés, et vous aurez un problème encore plus grand sur vos mains!" Etzer nouveau que les infectés n'essayaient pas de percer la porte, il les tuait juste, sans avoir l'intention de les infecter. Il savait parfaitement bien, mais il devait faire tout ce qu'il pouvait pour sortir de cet enfer.
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.