Name
Daniel Frasheri

Job
Ex-Doctor

Gender
Male

Strength
Knows how to patch up wounds such as bullet-holes, stab wounds, etc as well as treating wounds.

Weakness
Can't shoot a gun, Runs slow, Emotional over logical.

Charisma
10

Strength
5

Intelligence
8

Weapon
--

Food
Candy bar (1), Canned beans (2)

Drink
Bottled water (3)

Etc.
Flashlight (1), Candles (3), Matches (5), Medical supplies

Vehicle
Pickup truck

Humanity
100/100

Injury's
Uninjured

Kid
78/100

We rode in silence for awhile, the kid breaking the silence after a while. "Hey... Thanks for helping..." they mumbled.

Now that I got a chance to see them without, y'know, the problem with Infected possibly eating you alive, I see their a girl with short brown hair, a blue T-shirt, and some brown pants.

"No problem. What were you doing there?" I asked her.

"My parents were talking to a woman in their shop; I went to climb a tree outside and listen to some music," she gestured to her headphones and ipod.

"And, well, next thing I knew the woman came running out of the shop but... She was different... Her skin was green and her clothes ripped..."

"She ran towards the tree I was in and started clawing at it. I started screaming but that only attracted my mum and dads zombie... Then you came and saved me," she explained.

"How many songs did you listen to?" I asked. "I think about... 3?" she said thoughtfully.

"So they turn in about 6 minutes," I mumbled to myself. "4 and a half," she corrected. "2 were 1 minute long, the other was 2 and a half," she explained.

"I would've preferred 6 minutes..." I muttered in frustration.

"Also, where did you get zombie from?" I ask. "Well, they look and act like them. I know people call them 'Infected' but think about it," she said.

"Huh... Your a gamer?" I ask. "Yeah... Hey, so are you going to leave me somewhere, kill me, or..." she trailed off before saying the worst.

"God no, none of those. I'm taking you with me; you can't survive on your own," I explain.

"Wait, really?" she asked, grateful and surprised. "Of course, just think of it like I'm taking care of you while your parents are gone," I reassure her.

"But they'll always be gone, so an adoption?" she asks. "If you want to think of it like that, but we'll cure this disease. I promise," I reply. I can't see it, but their smiling.

A little while later we come across a mansion, someone alive inside.

I park in front of it. "Hey, why'd we stop?" the girl -- her name apparently Michelle -- asked.

"There's someone in there," I say, getting out of the car and ringing the doorbell, getting ready to run back to the car if necessary.

Silence...

After a few moments the door opened and a gun was pointed to my head, then lowered to reveal a blonde, young woman scowling at me.

"What do you want??" she asked. "Well, I was hoping you'd come with us but nevermind," you scoffed.

"Wait -- No, no, no, I can come!" she exclaimed, darting inside and coming back with a bag.

"Done!" she said triumphantly. "Well, you were being really rude," I say.

"H-Huh? W-Well... Fine! I guess I'll stay here with my BIOLOGY RESEARCH," she says.

"I was kidding. You can come," I say, going to the car as she followed close behind.

As we got to the car Michelle stopped her. "Ms, please strip. Daniel, look away. She might be infected," they say, not trusting the woman.

"Excuse me?" she asked as I turned around. "We can't be carrying a zombie around, lady," Michelle says only to have low, annoyed grumbles in response.

A few moments later Michelle told me I could drive, so I got in the front as the woman got in one of the seats taped in the back.

"Uh, how stable are these?" the woman asked. "Stable enough to hold 3 drunks in a seat with the car swerving side to side... And hopefully one woman after that," I reply.

"Right..." she muttered.

"So, what have you got in there?" Michelle asks. "My research, 5 cans of beans, and a gun," the woman replied.

"Can you shoot the gun?" Michelle asked. "Sort of, if their close then ye- hey!" the woman protested when Michelle took her bag.

"I'm a pro at zombie shooters, that's saying more then you," Michelle replied, taking out the gun and giving the bag back to her.

"Are we REALLY letting this child handle a firearm?!" the woman said.

"She's right, she has more experience then you at shooting zombies," I reply.

"Fine... My names Lily, by the way..." she said gruffly. "The names Daniel, and thats Michelle," I say.

"And.. Thanks for letting me come along," Lily mumbled. "What was that?" I ask. "THANKS FOR LETTING ME COME ALONG," Lily replied.

"I mean, you OBVIOUSLY need me!" she adds quickly.

"Alright..." I say. "Your so full of yourself," Michelle remarks. "Your so edgy," Lily says back.

After a few peaceful minutes Lily chimed in again. "So, where are we going?"

"There's an abandoned mall nearby with my friend running a support grouo for survivors, we're going there," I answer.

Once we arrive at the mall a group of survivors point guns at us, only to be stopped by Anna who came running over.

"Your here!" she exclaimed, hugging me tight.

"And who's SHE?" Anna said jealously, pointing to Lily. "Aww, and look at this cutie! Its like our child," she added, gesturing to Michelle.

"Anna, I told you, we're only friends," I said.

"We'll see..." Anna mumbled, walking in with us.

"There's the 'training room' where the child can go, The kitchen, Medic bay, And the team boarding up.the windows where SHE can go," Anna said, pushing Lily to the team boarding up windows.

"And where should I go?" I ask. "You can come with me, or the medical bay. Whichever suits you," she says innocently.

"Its been awhile, why don't I spend time with you?" I ask, Anna heading to the training room with me.

"You should know how to shoot a gun, I REFUSE to lose you," she said, picking up a gun and giving it to me.

I nod as she teaches me how to hold the gun and shoot it, training for half the day as I went to help with wounded the other half.

When we were all sleeping I heard a shriek and saw Lily was gone, getting up and running towards the scream.

Lily darted to me. "There's infected downstairs!" she exclaims.

I spend no time in waking Anna and Michelle up just as infected break through the barricades, over running the place as me, Anna, Michelle, and Lily escape and drive away, dodging zombies although they were more interested in the other crowd.

"That was way too close..." I say.