July 23rd, 2010, Day 125 9:53 AM
Standing in front of the Namg co international HQ in Ocean city, New Jersey, I made my way in seeing that it's been only a week since I've seen anyone.
Everyone disappeared. Being the vice president of the company, I fitted my key card into the card slot next to the shuttered entrance. Upon walking in, I smelled the rotting of flesh, and stench of death, far worse than what I smelled when I went to Haiti after the earthquake that devastated Port au prince. "It's going to be a long day.", I whispered as I pulled my Desert eagle from my top-right inner jacket pocket.
July 23rd, 2010, Day 125 9:55 AM
As I approached the metallic doors of the elevator, someone said "Hey, boss!".
I quickly turned, point my gun out in front, it was only Fransisco, one of our accountants. Before moving to America, he was a Mexican S.W.A.T. officer who always had to do drug busts, and got a lot of pay for it, too. "Are they still out there?", he said as I stood down my gun. "No.", I said as I looked back out the door, then to Fransisco again, "They're gone.".
Profile - Bob Namg
Weaponry - Switch knife, Desert Eagle, Flash bang, Rusty hammer, Police baton.
Clothing - A buisness suit, w/ black pants, and a brown leather coat, with a bowler hat.
Inventory - First aid kit, Rusty hammer, Notebook, Namg co keycard, Wallet, Bowler hat, Police baton.
Damages - None
Vehicles - Black Skyline [out of gas][Stolen].