Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: San Francisco, California, United States - 09:01 PM
Status: Injured (minor), groggy
Health: 87/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (5 - 0)
- S&W .40 ammunition (Currently in use.)
- 9x19mm Parabellum shells (197)
- Bloody TaylorMade putter
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit
Notes:
- Note about "Ryan"
I woke up hours later in a sleepy haze, to a person looking down at me.
The person was female.
I got scared and started to scramble up the wall backwards. She looked at me inquisitively and said, "Are you okay?" I began to calm down and panted, "I'm..uh..looking for..*cough*..Ryan?"
"You've found me."
"You're Ryan."
She nodded, and I was confused to no end.
"How can a girl be Ryan?"
"I sometimes masquerade as a guy named Ryan to discourage people from.. ahem.. attempting to reproduce."
"I can see that."
There was an awkward silence after that. As I stared, I indentified her. She looked around the same age as me, 16. She was about 5' 5", and maybe 109 lbs. I looked around me, examining my surroundings. I was inside the store's security area, and looked at the various screens. The cameras, surprisingly, were still operational. One showed me a view of the outside of the store. The square was empty as could be. Another showed me a view of the men's area. The men's section was littered with 4-5 zombies. I looked back at her.
"What's your name?"
"Michelle."
"I see."
"I recommend you rest. You look tired."
I plopped down on the bedroll and began to sleep.
Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: San Francisco, California, United States - 09:22 PM
Status: Asleep, injured (minor)
Health: 87/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (5 - 0)
- S&W .40 ammunition (Currently in use.)
- 9x19mm Parabellum shells (197)
- Bloody TaylorMade putter
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit
Notes:
- Note about "Ryan"