Recent content by Three Of Spades

Aaron staggers along, ignoring the bleak message that was shouted through the megaphone. It was probably just another one of those recorded army messages about finding people who are infected and not to leave the safe zone no matter what. He flashed a glance over at Vinny, who he could see was...

Aaron saunters along the shop, his hands dug deeply into his pockets. His eyes glued to the floor as he walked. He loosely sighed, forgetting how long he`s been in Las Vegas. It was all a bit of shock, really. It made him think. About life back home. In England. Would London be overrun? That`s...

Twirling on his heel at the sound of vomit. Vomit means disease. Infected. Taking further steps backwards from the hurling man, he wildly gestures in Ryan`s direction. He wasn`t sure what was worse, the survivors and their drama, or the infected and their biting. So far, the survivors were...

Aaron blinks. In a stunned silence for a second. His hands dart upwards, above his head, taking a few panicked steps away from Maris. "Jesus! Guys!" His eyes concentrating on the foot. Blood. "That wasn`t me! I swear!" Aaron continues his retreat away from Maris, his eyes locked on his foot...

"Woah there," Aaron raises his two hands in the air, "No need to get aggresive, I was just checking everything was okay here..." Definately a trouble maker, "... I saw you acting up with this other man here, Hey, I didn`t mean to offend anyone." Aaron takes a slow step backwards, eyeing Maris...

Aaron sighs under his breath, now striding towards the bunch seeing that one of them is getting aggresive. The last thing this place needs is another new guy strutting around like he owns the place. He carefully approaches the man, his left hand resting on his gun - not by accident. Lifting his...

Aaron mutters under his breath, he eyes scanning over the safe zone before they settle upon a group of new arrivals. He gently pats his pistol, which is tucked into his pocket rather clumsily, to check that it is still there. Nodding to himself, he begins to walk over towards the newcomers.

Name: Aaron Fry Age: 31 Height: 5'7 Appearance: Aaron wears a pair of jeans, ripped and stained towards the bottom. He also sports a black turtle neck jumper, which is torn is several places. His greying hair is crudely shaved - and it appears to`ve been shaved recently, before the infection...