As he ran away from the shumbling zombs that were slowly marching forward to devour him, Ian thought of how hecould've transferred to a german medical school last term. "should've taken my chances there" he panted as he ran from the oncoming horde. Out of the blue a quick zombie lept at him, "shit", he exclaimed and scissor-kicked it in the head, breaking it's neck. Ian had stayed in the town for his friends, but they were all dead now. when he thought he had gotten a safe distance away, he stopped. He found himself looking at a hospital. as he walked toward the door he thought to himself, "(at least I can get supplies here)" he had a large gash on his arm from a piece of glass that cut him when hewas jumping out a window; he hadn't had time to suture the wound. he knew with-out fixing the wound and finding a decent weapon, he would die. He enters the hospital and goes behind the reception desk looking for the medical supply closet on the map. he decides to take the map with him.
OOC: Kind of new to some RPs, used to do it as a kid. Also, call me cheap for starting myself near others but I'm a healer, it's what I do. and I need to find a weapon in a non-cheap way.
P.S. my age is 18 and what have you, most of my char is based on me minus last name age and college edu.
OOC: Kind of new to some RPs, used to do it as a kid. Also, call me cheap for starting myself near others but I'm a healer, it's what I do. and I need to find a weapon in a non-cheap way.
P.S. my age is 18 and what have you, most of my char is based on me minus last name age and college edu.