Name: Indiana Prichard
Age: He Looks to be around his mid 30's, although he could just be worn-down after the war.
A bit about yourself:
(As you listen to this man, you can clearly hear Southern twang to his voice. He's clearly a country guy- he even looks like it.)
"My name's Indiana... but people tend to call me Jones. I doubt I need to explain why; and, no, I do not own a whip- although I've had a lot-uh practice usin'em and I also know how to make em. But that besides the point.
I grew up on a farm, and I never stopped livin' on one even after I gained my adult independence. I married, had a few children, and it was all on the same farm; that was till the Combine came and razed it to the ground, burned our fields, and slaughtered our livestock.
I'd say that growin' up on a farm, these kinds of skills should go hand-in-hand, but I got plenty of experience in firearms- day and night; I'm no stranger to needin' to use weapons or tools to stand my ground or kill somethin'; crafting up tools or workin' with wood is second nature; and, to compliment my hard work on the farm, I'm pretty good with my hands. I'm strong in general really, though I'm sure you could make that assumption just by lookin' at me.
I'm sure I could go on like a resume, but I think that's enough information from me to show that I'm capable enough. This wouldn't be my first exursion into danger either."
*EDIT: Just for fun I wanted to add a scene*
**A lone civilian crosses into the rail yard. He wanders around casually thinking about making a trip to the hemp plant. Maybe another person left a sandwich behind there. Thinking about the food, his stomach grumbles after the pear he ate, which he got from his latest ration.
**Suddenly, after making his way towards the wire fence line, a swarm of headcrabs emerge from the rocky dirt that makes up the bed of the rail yard. In a panic, the man makes a dash for the sewer, but too many headcrabs are coming up out of the ground in that direction. He doesn't want to risk it, and he changes his mind to go to the vent at the end of the tracks.
**After a couple minutes of crawling and climbing a couple of ladders, he makes his way out onto the open-roof building that looms over parts of the city. He peeks his head over the broken portions of the building's walls and looks down to where he just came from in the rail yard. The swarm he just ran from has just about re-dug themselves back into the Earth to catch another person off-guard. He takes a deep sigh of relief, but he ponders on what he'll have to do to make his way back eventually. Perhaps later, as the hungry reminds him of his priorities.
**The hungry citizen carefully steps his way down and through the building, passing by multiple barnacles, but he took notice since the very first one that he saw- they're dead. He observes the killing blows taken at the barnacles and sees that they resemble the deep gashes that something along the lines of an axe would cause. The Xenian blood of the barnacles still slowly ooze out of their hanging carcasses. Still fresh...
**Eventually standing in front of the open window, which, over the ledge, lays a ladder propped up against the wall of the same building, he sees corpses scattered across the QZ- zombies, fast and slow, poisonous ones even, headcrabs of all variants. It doesn't take a close inspection to get a good look at how the zombies' heads are caved in from some blunt object; and taking a look at the numerous headcrab bodies that are strewn around, he clearly sees the same axe-like gashes covering them.
**Full of caution, the man makes his way down the ladder. After much usage, the ladder doesn't shift, seeing how the bottom legs of it have worked their way into the metal atop the car's roof. Lots of people come through here despite the dangers... He slowly walks down the street, occasionally gawking at the zombified bodies that lay around him.
**A body can shiver and get cold chills from seeing something... putrid... As far as the eye can see, bodies, and bones, blood- human and non-human, and further down the street he can see a man.
**This man he sees, he's certainly a big fellow, he could be mistaken at his size, seeing how far away the burly man is, but it's a little too big to mistake that. He noticably carries a sledge hammer in his hands, and in brevity he watches the man take the last strike on a struggling zombie crawling along the ground. Even though the citizen is out of ear shot for a cross-street conversation, he definitely heard the crunch that followed the smash to that crawler's head. Makes my ears cringe.
**After a short while of watching the man down the way, he sees him take notice of a sheet of paper on a shattered light post. Looks like he's reading it, and he pulls something off of the sheet for some reason.
**Without warning, he hears a piece of wood fall. Turning his head, he sees a headcrab prowling atop a box. There wasn't time to react, the headcrab pounced, and before he fell out of consciousness, he heard his own crunch... My head hurts.
**He awoke for a brief moment, and he feels agonizing pain in his head, like something is trying to pull it off. A sigh is heard, and a country voice is heard a few feet from him, "Looks like that headcrab is latched on you tight huh?..." He sighs again, "Welp... there's only one thing to do now... put you out of your misery, and take that crab out with you." I can't move... "Oh, looks like the crab is already takin' control. Got to do this quick. I'm sorry fellow."
**With a deep take of air in his lungs, he raises his sledgehammer with both hands. Without looking away, and with no hesitation, he brings his hammer crashing down straight onto the crabs fleshy body... CRUNCH**
