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Name - Stratt Hawke Age - 20 Gender - Male Role - Muscle/Solider Background - 'They say I'm a bad person? They should see those freaks out there rippin' heads and shit off! Course living in Brooklyn and then having to move cause of problems of getting killed, can't say that I miss the place. Sure ill miss friends and family, but they hated me secretly, and I knew it. Even asked them and they played it off like they loved me so much. Maybe its better there, sad to say but the cops take no shit, could have save some with their balls. Have not seen many people since this bullshit came along, but the ones I did see, were dying or too busy running to even notice me. I see some people though, and they don't look like there as scared to take stands, unlike some of the others. Hell, maybe they'll kick me on the curb, or take me in?' Closing up my journal, started walking towards the strangers with smiles and waves.

Soon.

Looks great, keep up the good work!

Name: Nelu Traian. Age: 28. Previous Occupation before Outbreak: Construction Worker. Occupation you wish: Guard. ​Backstory: "I was a young man in the greatest world, and only world. Least, that is what my mom told me before she passed off. Shot down on the side of the street, right in front of the house as I helped her move some boxs. I wondered if they ment to kill me, or make me angry to mess up my work. I promised her I'd turn away from crime, selling cookies and making my living drugging and thuging so young. My dad was never around, left when I was 14, around the same time I took up my hobbie on the streets. Was told all the time, 'They have no respect for you, or anybody', though you can listen all you want, you don't know what you dont ask and find for yourself. They were good people in need of cash, and willing to get it their way. I keep my promises though, and took up some real work. Got some cash, paid off the rent and all is good and fine. Cops never found the killer, almost wanted to find him myself, or at least thats what the street would call for. But this is the chance of a lifetime, and I know my mom would want me to have that. I'm just suprized they picked me, considering my past. Guess I'm 'Special' or something, Or they are just getting desperate." I close the Journal and begin to pick up some bags, tossing it inside. I hope I can keep most of this stuff, I thought as I headed out to catch my ride.