Name: Daniel Fremmer
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Equipment: Laptop, Headset, Glock 9mm, Screwdriver, Bobby pins (5)
Appearance: White blood-stained button-down shirt, khaki pants
Misc.: Works at an IT firm, can pick locks.
Info: Before the infection, Daniel was a student at an out-of-state college. After coming home for the holidays, he noticed the airport was nearly deserted. Upon getting hom, he noticed everybody was dead and that something was seriously wrong.
I walked through the airport, coming back after discovering everybody at home was dead. Blood splattered the walls of the gates as I walked by numerous security doors, locking the skyways. As I reached the end of the terminal, I figured I should just pick a gate and pick the door's lock to get through. "This flight should do." I walked towards the gate with the JetBlue flight that was supposed to be on it's way to Vegas by now. Looking at the lock, I could tell it wasn't locked very well, though it was still challenging to get it open.
After half an hour, I gave up and started looking for a key behind the counter. "C'mon, c'mon.. found one!" I stuck it into the door, turned it, and walked through, locking the door behind me. The L1 door was still open, probably after the flight was canceled and the let everybody off. I walked to the galley, got a Coke, and started searching for survivors on the web.
