- Joined
- Sep 8, 2019
- Messages
- 108
- Points
- 28
Whitelist Name
Hank Pine
I Agree
Yes
Has this character appeared in a previous lore?
No
Age
36
Personality
Hank has a strong sense of honor, duty, and service. He has dedicated his life towards trying to help people and fight for something. That said, he is an extremely cynical man. He often believes all his immense efforts and hardship has been for nothing and that human beings are at their very core, vile and sinister creatures. He is very angry, but often doesn't express that anger, coming across as cool and collected. Due to that bottling of emotions, he is (on rare occasion) prone to outburst of rage, which he often feels guilty about afterwards. He has experience staying calm under pressure and prides himself on that ability. Hank is also a man of great pride. While he has dedicated the last few years of his life to helping Veterans seek help, he knows that pride can lead to your downfall and he has recently tried to open himself up to the idea of asking for help.
He is a very lonely man, but he wouldn't admit that to somebody. He wants to connect with people, but he often feels unable to do so. As of this time, he wants to help people in this time of hardship, deeming himself better able to do so given his police and military experience. Hank has seen firsthand how immoral people can be if they feel its to protect themselves or people they consider to be their family. He likes to think he's above that, but he can't help but notice that feeling deep inside him that he's really like the rest of them, just with more experience at hiding it.
Physical Appearance
Particularly in his Ranger garb, Hank looks like the quintessential cowboy. He has a prominent, somewhat flat nose and light brown eyes. The man is of modest size, standing at 5'10 and weighing in at 165 lbs. He's in good shape, and has a thick stubble going. He usually is seen with his Ranger badge pinned to his jacket and his gun at his hip. He takes care to properly maintain his boots, likely a habit acquired from his military service.
Character Image Link
https://i.pinimg.com/736x/92/65/38/9265386c2b6856d25de280eb0cb2c372.jpg
In-Character Profession
Police Officer (Maybe Infantry, I'll compare the two)
Would you like your character to start with any items?
Yes please!
His jeep, preferably a black one.
His service pistol, an M9, with one extra magazine. Full ammo in one mag and half in another.
A canteen.
Combat Boots (preferably black, brown, or tan)
Green(ish) clothing renamed Army Combat Uniform
Cowboy Hat renamed Hank's Hat.
And that's it! Poor guy has everything else looted from his place and he lost his rifle in combat.
I'd also like to request some boosts to my stats in order to enable Hank to do the things mechanically that he'd RPly be able to do.
As an avid hunter and fisherman, I'd like the skills to be able to do that mechanically. I know that requires a good amount of cooking xp, and then trapping, foraging, and fishing.
As a hobbyist mechanic (he loves working on his jeep!) I'd like to request a boost to my mechanics skill and one electrician point to be able to hotwire vehicles.
I'd also love a little boost to my aim / reload given his extensive work with guns, both in a professional and hobbyist capacity, but I'm understanding if you guys aren't willing to do that.
Biography
Henry “Hank” Joseph Pine was born April 6, 1983 as the second of three children in a middle class suburban Texan home. From a very young age, he was very attached to his father, a combat veteran. He’d often go hunting and fishing with his dad and enjoying spending time around him. He was an average student, but excelled in football where he played as a wide receiver. Upon graduating, he enlisted in the Texas Army National Guard, just months after 9/11. Hank did very well in basic and upon completion was assigned as an 11Bravo Infantryman. Around this time, his parents began to have some money troubles but using the financial assistance the National Guard supplied, he enrolled in college at Texas State University and taking general ed courses. He wasn’t a great student in college either, but he got by. Nearing the end of his first semester in October of 2004, he was deployed to Operation Iraqi Freedom as a Machine Gunner.
Just as no man walks through a river without getting wet, nobody goes to war without being changed. Combat was difficult to endure, but Hank did his duty as best he could, getting very close to the other members in his unit as they served. Just one month into his tour, he was wounded by an IED blast, suffering permanent hearing loss in his left ear and some burns on the left side of his body. He continued serving until he returned home in April of 2005. Hank planned to take the summer to readjust to life back home and continue his education at the start of the next semester. The world had other plans.
In August of 2005, Hurricane Katrina devastated the city of New Orleans. Hank was deployed to the city along with his fellow guardsmen in an attempt to contain the looting and begin reconstruction. To Hank, his experiences in Katrina were ultimately more terrifying than Iraq. In Iraq, he could maintain idealistic world view of Americans. Sure, things were fucked up over there but he could tell himself it was a third world country, that it was their life circumstances that created such conditions. In Katrina, he saw American citizens in American cities behaving in the same manner that those in Iraq were. New Orleans looked almost apocalyptic with abandoned and devastated buildings and empty, flooded streets haunting the eerie landscape. People were shooting each other in the streets for water. At one point, three guys rolled up on their base and starting shooting. Hank could only imagine the desperation they must’ve felt to roll up on the U.S. military. And the police were every bit as bad, if not worse. The ones that didn’t flee with their families were looting and in some cases shooting people in the streets and leaving their bodies for the rats. Hank kept his head down and did his job the best he could, before ultimately returning home more cynical than when he came back from Iraq.
Horrified by the New Orleans police response to the disaster, Hank was inspired to become a cop himself in order to actually protect and serve his community. Having missed the start of Fall semester, Hank got back into school for the winter term after a year and a half hiatus of fulfilling his military obligations. He struggled significantly in a classroom environment after experiencing the rush of combat on multiple occasions. He found himself struggling to sleep, utterly unable to relate to his peers, dealing with anxiety and depression, and constantly engaging in reckless, thrill seeking behavior. With the encouragement of his father, he joined a Veterans support group, managing to get through the winter term with Cs, keeping up with his drill weekends with the Guard all the while.
In support of his police aspirations, Hank opted to major in Criminal Justice with a minor in psychology. He managed to finish and get his degree. Hank applied to many different law enforcement organizations, but his hope was to get a job as a Texas Ranger. Around halfway through the tedious and lengthy application process, he got called on again for service and was once more deployed to Operation Iraqi Freedom - this time as an Infantry Squad Leader. While the responsibility was at times overwhelming, Hank enjoyed the company of his soldiers and found solace in the simpler way of life experienced in a war zone. He served and lead diligently before returning home almost exactly a year after he had left.
He picked up right where he left off, ultimately fulfilling his goal of gaining employment with the Rangers. While he experienced some dissonance at the difference between military and police work, he found himself a natural at the patrol work he was performing and he enjoyed it well enough. A couple months into his work as a Ranger, he heard that a member of his squad from his first deployment had committed suicide. Over time, he’d lose four other fellow soldiers to suicide - something that upset him greatly.
About a year into his working as a Ranger, he met a girl named Patricia “Patty” Dawson. The two dated for a little over a year before he proposed and they got married. Hank loved her dearly, and constantly doted on her when they spent time together. When he wasn’t working, he’d fill his days hunting and fishing with fellow Officers and soldiers he served with, working on his jeep and taking it off roading, collecting, maintaining, and shooting his massive gun collection, and reading up on military history and watching war movies. Of course, all the while staying in good physical condition for when he’d go to base to drill with the Guard.
In 2014, he redeployed for Operation Enduring Freedom as an Infantry Platoon Sergeant, getting military leave from work to go. Afghanistan brought about new challenges he hadn’t faced in Iraq alongside the increased responsibility of leading a platoon. As he always did, Hank stepped up to his duty and served well, but the pressure began to build for him. After a particularly lengthy 18 month deployment, he returned home to find himself feeling distant from his wife. Over time, this built and festered until ultimately, she requested a divorce. Hank was strongly opposed to the idea but she was adamant. Hank still refused even as she left, not finally signing the papers until 2016. He still keeps a picture of the two of them in his wallet and maintains hope that they’ll get back together one day.
After his wife originally left but before the officially divorced, Hank took a keen interest in Veteran’s issues, both in an attempt to better himself for his wife and to help the people he served alongside once they’ve gone home. He dug deep into research about police interactions with Veterans. Upon being promoted to Sergeant about a year after he had gotten home, he began teaching the Rangers under his command about how to improve interactions with Veterans experiencing crises. His tips helped mitigate many situations that might’ve otherwise escalated, resulting in him going around the state teaching about police interactions with Veterans to other Rangers and local Law Enforcement organizations. He even gave a few guest lectures at his alma mater on the subject.
As of 2019, Hank is getting excited to reach his 20 years with the National Guard so he can retire. The man had gotten sick of participating in the seemingly endless drills. He maintains hope of getting back together with his ex-wife, but also is aware that it’s more of a fantasy than anything.
After a lifetime in military and police work, it took a lot to surprise Hank. But he was not expected to be redeployed again in his military career. So when the outbreak hit and before the news stations began to report the severity of it, he was genuinely surprised to know he’d been called on to assist in San Antonio. He was even more surprised to learn the details of why. He was to lead a squad of soldiers combatting the zombie threat in San Antonio. Upon being briefed about the outbreak, he was quite shocked. Hank would have rather stayed home, helping secure things there as a Ranger. He had little desire to go into the thick of it with a bunch of kids damn near half his age. All the same, he stepped up to perform his duty just like he always had.
Not everybody else did. A huge amount of Guardsmen went AWOL to be with their families. Upon arriving in San Antonio, Hank realized he wasn’t properly trained for this kind of threat. For one thing, he was trained to aim for center mass. That did nothing against the zombies. He had to constantly fight against his instinct to shoot center mass, reminding himself with every shot to take the time, aim for the head, then fire. It took great strain not to fall into instinct in high stress situations, but he managed well enough. Not everyone around him did
Additionally, he was conditioned to fight an enemy that felt fear. That would surrender if they amassed enough casualties. An enemy that would fatigue. This new threat was the complete opposite. And on top of everything, when they killed you, you joined their ranks. This was a huge hit to morale and utterly terrifying for the soldiers. San Antonio reminded him on New Orleans. It looked apocalyptic and the citizens were acting just as erratically. It was only a week into their time trying to secure San Antonio when everything fell. A huge horde tens of thousands thick stormed the city. Hank tried to get his men to hold the line and to have the wherewithal to aim for the head, but fear overtook a lot of the younger soldiers. Some ran. Some held their ground, but the army of the undead just kept approaching at the same horrifyingly slow but steady rate. The Guardsmen were losing ground slowly but surely. A lot of the man tasked with bringing more bullets simply ran off. Ammo was getting low and they were hardly making a dent. Before long, they found their ranks broken off and were in danger of getting flanked by the enemy. The sounds of screaming men could be heard throughout their ranks. Hank looked around to see he only had four other soldiers around him. One was a kid who looked barely a day over 18. Hank noticed his pants were wet… but he was still fighting. That was more than most.
When the kid went to reload, he dropped his new magazine. He went down to pick it up with shaky hands, struggling immensely to put it in his rifle as a small group of undead ahead of the masses came shockingly close. Right when he managed to get the mag in the gun, he was bitten by the closest zombie. He squeezed the trigger as the gun fired bullets wildly through the air. One hit Hank, penetrating his shoulder. He lost his grip on his rifle, dropping it to the ground. He went to pick it up only to be grabbed from behind. The man drew his sidearm, shooting it through the head. Hearing the terrifying sounds of their moans immediately behind him, Hank ditched his rifle, retreating back a few feet to give himself some room to fight. He took down a few with his sidearm only to look around and realize he was the only one he could see still fighting. He still heard the sound of gunfire, so he knew at least some of his fellow soldiers were still holding their ranks, but he was cut off. Hank had a brief crisis of conscience, he knew he wanted to do his duty and he knew he was more than willing to die doing it, but he also knew they had lost. It was just him left, maybe a few other soldiers who he had no way of getting to. He was wounded and losing blood fast. There was nothing left for him to do. Defeated, he cut his losses and retreated back to where they had set up base.
He was sickened to find it overrun. They had lost, and they barely even put up a fight. The strongest, most powerful army in the world lost to a creature that couldn’t even think. Hank was losing blood quickly. Not knowing what else to do, he went into a pharmacy to find it looted, similarly to how they were back in Katrina. Luckily, there was enough First-Aid supplies left for him to sew his own shoulder shut, disinfect the wound, and bandage it up. Hank, cognizant of the fact that he didn’t want to be like the looting cops of New Orleans, left some money on the counter.
Hank opted to return to his house to restock on guns and ammo and he quickly lost that mentality about not wanting to loot. He very quickly realized this was much larger in scope than New Orleans and that it was everywhere, near he could tell. He was reminded of that quote, “This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang, but a whimper.” Near he could tell, the way it happened was a bang after all. He managed to get back to his house, finding it torn apart by looters. Hank was quite upset about this, but didn’t take the time to dwell on it. He was, at the very least, relieved to see his jeep still there. He had disconnected the battery as he always did before leaving for deployments and whoever tried to take it (they’d left the keys in the ignition) didn’t have the wherewithal to even look under the hood. Upon searching his house, he found nothing of value, but was relieved to find his Ranger badge still in his dresser drawer. He put on his uniform and badge, taking off his torn and bloody Guardsman uniform. He packed his military uniform figuring it might come in handy if he came across a pocket of military resistance. And with that, the man started his jeep and headed out, hoping to find some other survivors, knowing very well the strength that lies in numbers.
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If no, are there any specific characters you plan to group with from the start?
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Hank Pine
I Agree
Yes
Has this character appeared in a previous lore?
No
Age
36
Personality
Hank has a strong sense of honor, duty, and service. He has dedicated his life towards trying to help people and fight for something. That said, he is an extremely cynical man. He often believes all his immense efforts and hardship has been for nothing and that human beings are at their very core, vile and sinister creatures. He is very angry, but often doesn't express that anger, coming across as cool and collected. Due to that bottling of emotions, he is (on rare occasion) prone to outburst of rage, which he often feels guilty about afterwards. He has experience staying calm under pressure and prides himself on that ability. Hank is also a man of great pride. While he has dedicated the last few years of his life to helping Veterans seek help, he knows that pride can lead to your downfall and he has recently tried to open himself up to the idea of asking for help.
He is a very lonely man, but he wouldn't admit that to somebody. He wants to connect with people, but he often feels unable to do so. As of this time, he wants to help people in this time of hardship, deeming himself better able to do so given his police and military experience. Hank has seen firsthand how immoral people can be if they feel its to protect themselves or people they consider to be their family. He likes to think he's above that, but he can't help but notice that feeling deep inside him that he's really like the rest of them, just with more experience at hiding it.
Physical Appearance
Particularly in his Ranger garb, Hank looks like the quintessential cowboy. He has a prominent, somewhat flat nose and light brown eyes. The man is of modest size, standing at 5'10 and weighing in at 165 lbs. He's in good shape, and has a thick stubble going. He usually is seen with his Ranger badge pinned to his jacket and his gun at his hip. He takes care to properly maintain his boots, likely a habit acquired from his military service.
Character Image Link
https://i.pinimg.com/736x/92/65/38/9265386c2b6856d25de280eb0cb2c372.jpg
In-Character Profession
Police Officer (Maybe Infantry, I'll compare the two)
Would you like your character to start with any items?
Yes please!
His jeep, preferably a black one.
His service pistol, an M9, with one extra magazine. Full ammo in one mag and half in another.
A canteen.
Combat Boots (preferably black, brown, or tan)
Green(ish) clothing renamed Army Combat Uniform
Cowboy Hat renamed Hank's Hat.
And that's it! Poor guy has everything else looted from his place and he lost his rifle in combat.
I'd also like to request some boosts to my stats in order to enable Hank to do the things mechanically that he'd RPly be able to do.
As an avid hunter and fisherman, I'd like the skills to be able to do that mechanically. I know that requires a good amount of cooking xp, and then trapping, foraging, and fishing.
As a hobbyist mechanic (he loves working on his jeep!) I'd like to request a boost to my mechanics skill and one electrician point to be able to hotwire vehicles.
I'd also love a little boost to my aim / reload given his extensive work with guns, both in a professional and hobbyist capacity, but I'm understanding if you guys aren't willing to do that.
Biography
Henry “Hank” Joseph Pine was born April 6, 1983 as the second of three children in a middle class suburban Texan home. From a very young age, he was very attached to his father, a combat veteran. He’d often go hunting and fishing with his dad and enjoying spending time around him. He was an average student, but excelled in football where he played as a wide receiver. Upon graduating, he enlisted in the Texas Army National Guard, just months after 9/11. Hank did very well in basic and upon completion was assigned as an 11Bravo Infantryman. Around this time, his parents began to have some money troubles but using the financial assistance the National Guard supplied, he enrolled in college at Texas State University and taking general ed courses. He wasn’t a great student in college either, but he got by. Nearing the end of his first semester in October of 2004, he was deployed to Operation Iraqi Freedom as a Machine Gunner.
Just as no man walks through a river without getting wet, nobody goes to war without being changed. Combat was difficult to endure, but Hank did his duty as best he could, getting very close to the other members in his unit as they served. Just one month into his tour, he was wounded by an IED blast, suffering permanent hearing loss in his left ear and some burns on the left side of his body. He continued serving until he returned home in April of 2005. Hank planned to take the summer to readjust to life back home and continue his education at the start of the next semester. The world had other plans.
In August of 2005, Hurricane Katrina devastated the city of New Orleans. Hank was deployed to the city along with his fellow guardsmen in an attempt to contain the looting and begin reconstruction. To Hank, his experiences in Katrina were ultimately more terrifying than Iraq. In Iraq, he could maintain idealistic world view of Americans. Sure, things were fucked up over there but he could tell himself it was a third world country, that it was their life circumstances that created such conditions. In Katrina, he saw American citizens in American cities behaving in the same manner that those in Iraq were. New Orleans looked almost apocalyptic with abandoned and devastated buildings and empty, flooded streets haunting the eerie landscape. People were shooting each other in the streets for water. At one point, three guys rolled up on their base and starting shooting. Hank could only imagine the desperation they must’ve felt to roll up on the U.S. military. And the police were every bit as bad, if not worse. The ones that didn’t flee with their families were looting and in some cases shooting people in the streets and leaving their bodies for the rats. Hank kept his head down and did his job the best he could, before ultimately returning home more cynical than when he came back from Iraq.
Horrified by the New Orleans police response to the disaster, Hank was inspired to become a cop himself in order to actually protect and serve his community. Having missed the start of Fall semester, Hank got back into school for the winter term after a year and a half hiatus of fulfilling his military obligations. He struggled significantly in a classroom environment after experiencing the rush of combat on multiple occasions. He found himself struggling to sleep, utterly unable to relate to his peers, dealing with anxiety and depression, and constantly engaging in reckless, thrill seeking behavior. With the encouragement of his father, he joined a Veterans support group, managing to get through the winter term with Cs, keeping up with his drill weekends with the Guard all the while.
In support of his police aspirations, Hank opted to major in Criminal Justice with a minor in psychology. He managed to finish and get his degree. Hank applied to many different law enforcement organizations, but his hope was to get a job as a Texas Ranger. Around halfway through the tedious and lengthy application process, he got called on again for service and was once more deployed to Operation Iraqi Freedom - this time as an Infantry Squad Leader. While the responsibility was at times overwhelming, Hank enjoyed the company of his soldiers and found solace in the simpler way of life experienced in a war zone. He served and lead diligently before returning home almost exactly a year after he had left.
He picked up right where he left off, ultimately fulfilling his goal of gaining employment with the Rangers. While he experienced some dissonance at the difference between military and police work, he found himself a natural at the patrol work he was performing and he enjoyed it well enough. A couple months into his work as a Ranger, he heard that a member of his squad from his first deployment had committed suicide. Over time, he’d lose four other fellow soldiers to suicide - something that upset him greatly.
About a year into his working as a Ranger, he met a girl named Patricia “Patty” Dawson. The two dated for a little over a year before he proposed and they got married. Hank loved her dearly, and constantly doted on her when they spent time together. When he wasn’t working, he’d fill his days hunting and fishing with fellow Officers and soldiers he served with, working on his jeep and taking it off roading, collecting, maintaining, and shooting his massive gun collection, and reading up on military history and watching war movies. Of course, all the while staying in good physical condition for when he’d go to base to drill with the Guard.
In 2014, he redeployed for Operation Enduring Freedom as an Infantry Platoon Sergeant, getting military leave from work to go. Afghanistan brought about new challenges he hadn’t faced in Iraq alongside the increased responsibility of leading a platoon. As he always did, Hank stepped up to his duty and served well, but the pressure began to build for him. After a particularly lengthy 18 month deployment, he returned home to find himself feeling distant from his wife. Over time, this built and festered until ultimately, she requested a divorce. Hank was strongly opposed to the idea but she was adamant. Hank still refused even as she left, not finally signing the papers until 2016. He still keeps a picture of the two of them in his wallet and maintains hope that they’ll get back together one day.
After his wife originally left but before the officially divorced, Hank took a keen interest in Veteran’s issues, both in an attempt to better himself for his wife and to help the people he served alongside once they’ve gone home. He dug deep into research about police interactions with Veterans. Upon being promoted to Sergeant about a year after he had gotten home, he began teaching the Rangers under his command about how to improve interactions with Veterans experiencing crises. His tips helped mitigate many situations that might’ve otherwise escalated, resulting in him going around the state teaching about police interactions with Veterans to other Rangers and local Law Enforcement organizations. He even gave a few guest lectures at his alma mater on the subject.
As of 2019, Hank is getting excited to reach his 20 years with the National Guard so he can retire. The man had gotten sick of participating in the seemingly endless drills. He maintains hope of getting back together with his ex-wife, but also is aware that it’s more of a fantasy than anything.
After a lifetime in military and police work, it took a lot to surprise Hank. But he was not expected to be redeployed again in his military career. So when the outbreak hit and before the news stations began to report the severity of it, he was genuinely surprised to know he’d been called on to assist in San Antonio. He was even more surprised to learn the details of why. He was to lead a squad of soldiers combatting the zombie threat in San Antonio. Upon being briefed about the outbreak, he was quite shocked. Hank would have rather stayed home, helping secure things there as a Ranger. He had little desire to go into the thick of it with a bunch of kids damn near half his age. All the same, he stepped up to perform his duty just like he always had.
Not everybody else did. A huge amount of Guardsmen went AWOL to be with their families. Upon arriving in San Antonio, Hank realized he wasn’t properly trained for this kind of threat. For one thing, he was trained to aim for center mass. That did nothing against the zombies. He had to constantly fight against his instinct to shoot center mass, reminding himself with every shot to take the time, aim for the head, then fire. It took great strain not to fall into instinct in high stress situations, but he managed well enough. Not everyone around him did
Additionally, he was conditioned to fight an enemy that felt fear. That would surrender if they amassed enough casualties. An enemy that would fatigue. This new threat was the complete opposite. And on top of everything, when they killed you, you joined their ranks. This was a huge hit to morale and utterly terrifying for the soldiers. San Antonio reminded him on New Orleans. It looked apocalyptic and the citizens were acting just as erratically. It was only a week into their time trying to secure San Antonio when everything fell. A huge horde tens of thousands thick stormed the city. Hank tried to get his men to hold the line and to have the wherewithal to aim for the head, but fear overtook a lot of the younger soldiers. Some ran. Some held their ground, but the army of the undead just kept approaching at the same horrifyingly slow but steady rate. The Guardsmen were losing ground slowly but surely. A lot of the man tasked with bringing more bullets simply ran off. Ammo was getting low and they were hardly making a dent. Before long, they found their ranks broken off and were in danger of getting flanked by the enemy. The sounds of screaming men could be heard throughout their ranks. Hank looked around to see he only had four other soldiers around him. One was a kid who looked barely a day over 18. Hank noticed his pants were wet… but he was still fighting. That was more than most.
When the kid went to reload, he dropped his new magazine. He went down to pick it up with shaky hands, struggling immensely to put it in his rifle as a small group of undead ahead of the masses came shockingly close. Right when he managed to get the mag in the gun, he was bitten by the closest zombie. He squeezed the trigger as the gun fired bullets wildly through the air. One hit Hank, penetrating his shoulder. He lost his grip on his rifle, dropping it to the ground. He went to pick it up only to be grabbed from behind. The man drew his sidearm, shooting it through the head. Hearing the terrifying sounds of their moans immediately behind him, Hank ditched his rifle, retreating back a few feet to give himself some room to fight. He took down a few with his sidearm only to look around and realize he was the only one he could see still fighting. He still heard the sound of gunfire, so he knew at least some of his fellow soldiers were still holding their ranks, but he was cut off. Hank had a brief crisis of conscience, he knew he wanted to do his duty and he knew he was more than willing to die doing it, but he also knew they had lost. It was just him left, maybe a few other soldiers who he had no way of getting to. He was wounded and losing blood fast. There was nothing left for him to do. Defeated, he cut his losses and retreated back to where they had set up base.
He was sickened to find it overrun. They had lost, and they barely even put up a fight. The strongest, most powerful army in the world lost to a creature that couldn’t even think. Hank was losing blood quickly. Not knowing what else to do, he went into a pharmacy to find it looted, similarly to how they were back in Katrina. Luckily, there was enough First-Aid supplies left for him to sew his own shoulder shut, disinfect the wound, and bandage it up. Hank, cognizant of the fact that he didn’t want to be like the looting cops of New Orleans, left some money on the counter.
Hank opted to return to his house to restock on guns and ammo and he quickly lost that mentality about not wanting to loot. He very quickly realized this was much larger in scope than New Orleans and that it was everywhere, near he could tell. He was reminded of that quote, “This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang, but a whimper.” Near he could tell, the way it happened was a bang after all. He managed to get back to his house, finding it torn apart by looters. Hank was quite upset about this, but didn’t take the time to dwell on it. He was, at the very least, relieved to see his jeep still there. He had disconnected the battery as he always did before leaving for deployments and whoever tried to take it (they’d left the keys in the ignition) didn’t have the wherewithal to even look under the hood. Upon searching his house, he found nothing of value, but was relieved to find his Ranger badge still in his dresser drawer. He put on his uniform and badge, taking off his torn and bloody Guardsman uniform. He packed his military uniform figuring it might come in handy if he came across a pocket of military resistance. And with that, the man started his jeep and headed out, hoping to find some other survivors, knowing very well the strength that lies in numbers.
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If yes, please enter your Discord tag.
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If no, are there any specific characters you plan to group with from the start?
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