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Sylvre
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Name: Nash Kirtville
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Personality: Nash is stern and forward, very honest and blunt. never shy about speaking his mind.
Looks: Nash wears jeans and FFl boots and leggings. He also wears. A tank top underneath his long sleeved shirt the he keeps the sleeves rolled up on. He wears a black ball cap. He has a tattoo on his left forearm of a animal like eye staring out of torn skin. Still wears his FFl pack back
Weapons: Two Colt .45's one .357 Magnum, one machete and a .357 lever action rifle w/ scope. and a spotters scope. Bandileer with three grenades that he reloaded. (He found them demilled in a gun shop.)
Crush: None but open
Previous Job: French Foreign Legion Captain.
History: Nash joined the FFL at 16, spent the hard times working his way up through the ranks and trying to make a name for himself. It was during the wars that he made captain via field promotion, after he had left the FFl he went home to find it in turmoil and the undead roaming around.

Nash stood on the roof of a building looking through the spotters scope. he put the cross hairs on the plain building a mile out. "A prison by the looks of the double row of fencing and the razor wire on the top." He looked down to the street below as the zombies roamed around. He had landed on the roof of the tallest building he could find, his para glider was almost out of gas. Moving the scope around he found a gas station a block away that looked like it still had power supplied to the building. Only problem was there are walking dead shambling along the road, not many but still moving.


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Piblaf
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Jake rolled about on the floor bored. His nose twitches as he picked up the scent of different human. A bit far away but none the less another surviver. He stared at the bars for a moment and as quietly as possible moved closer. They were fitted to an adult, perhaps he could slip out? Slowly and silently he began to slip out of the bars hoping Cyrus wasn't watching.
Sylvre
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Nash put away the spotters scope he wished he still had access to the sniper rifles he had used during his service days. Most people are biest when it comes to the French. They have no idea of the brutality the french are capable of, a lesson he learned first hand in the FFL.

Taking a grenade from the bandileer across his chest he popped the pin and threw the grenade down to the wandering horde of walking dead. The miniture exploding device bounced off a zombies head prompting it to turned around and pick up the device. It stared at the device for what seemed like moments. Just as the zombies had a thought or memory of what it was holding, the grenade went off with an impossibly loud bang.

The precussion forces and firey explosive oblitorated the hapless corpse and a few others that were standing close enough to get caught in the blast. Body parts flew every which way leaving the wall plastered with gore. Nash set a grenade trap by the ladder tothe roof before he walked out of the door locking it behind him.

Fortunately for him he landed atop a Sears mega store. Which looked like it was plundered in haste. Stopping by the tool department looking for a gas can and anything else he would find usefull, a zombie shambled up to him with gnawed fingers out stretched. Nash was fast and quick reflexed, in an instant he had the the magnum pulled and aimed but a different thought came to mind. "Better not don't want to attrach any more." he thought. Grabbing the biggest and heaviest wrench he could lay his hands on his beat the the zombie back to death.
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Piblaf
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Jack cringed after hearing the explosion. "I'm sorry..." he whispered. Even if he hated his species because none were to his level of intelligence, he still felt a bit bad when a large amount of walkers were killed.
Sylvre
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Nash replunderd the Sears store. Taking a small tool kit, a sleeping bag, tent and a pancho, a new set of clothes and shoes. He discovered that. he maintaince and repair had gas and was lucky enough to find one that was nearly full. A quick inspection of the riding mowers provided some more fuel.

Looking around Nash found the security room, with a crowbar he broke into the key safe mounted on the wall and took the keys. Moving quickly he locked down all the security gates. Double checking to make sure everything was secured he returned to the roof and wedged the door shut but forcing an pipe between the door handle and the air condictioners base.

Looking at his watch noting the time he climbed ontop of the roof covering the door where he took the pancho and made a make shift shelter. Setting up his spotters scope again he looked out toward the prison. Using the poncho to hide the lanterns light he keptna vigil as he ate in silence.




Nightingale_Nina
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Lyra snapped around once he heard the load explosion from outside the prison, he instinctively leaned against the wall waiting for any other noises to come. After a few moments he didn't hear anything else so he turned around looked at the others. "That was close, seemed to be just outside of the walls." He stared at them for a short period of time before turning to look down the hall, in the same the direction he thought the blast came from. "I think I go take a look. Anyone interested with coming along?" Lyra never took his eyes off from the spot ahead of him but stead started to head off in that direction.
Piblaf
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Jack slipped out with a grin and couldn't help an audible giggle. The giggle sounded like that of a mad man but then and again Jack wasn't the most sane perosn in the room. He darted off looking for an exit.
Sylvre
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Ooc: Nash is still a few blocks away.

Peering through the spotters scope he thought he saw someone moving on the prison wall. He has his knapsack packed and ready to move when a noise from inside the building took his attention away from the scope. "Merge'!" He spat. The zombies had found a way and where already making their way up the stairs to the roof. He hoped the wedge against the door would hold long enough for him to escape.

Stuffing the scope back into the knapsack, he jumped down to the main roof and ran to his paraglider, thankful that he had refueled the thing previously. He set the bag across his chest and started the small engine. "This is gonna be close." He said as the zombies broke through the door running after his as he took off.

He barely gained enough lift the get over the surround wall around the roof top. Several zombies fell over the edge falli g down into the others below.




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