oh! I wouldn't have ever guessed. Your character is still around. Although terrifying to most everyone else in the story :3 hahaha.
I'll need your character info again, I have no idea where my sign up sheet is, unless someone can find it? But it's been ages.
Umm Blane Medium height (5'7") Outside military uniform: Jeans, short sleeve shirt, skater shoes Eyes: greenish-blue Personality: soft spoken at times while other times talkative. Does what is right for everyone, or tries to. Book smart but somewhat street smart. Anything of importance: skateboarder, and knows how to use a shotgun. Not all of this is completely me but that doesn't matter. Anything else you need
I'm not an idiot. But when you get to know a lot of people on fan fic, you learn a lot use characteristics of themselves.
Hmm I'll see what I can do about adding him in I'm still killing off some people I think. I haven't decided quite yet....
Kristofer stared in shock at the woman holding the rifle. Her trembling fingers dropped it and he could see a bruise from the recoil quickly growing on her upper arm where she had braced it. The Deputy reached up to her head and gave a hiss of pain as she pulled her fingers away covered in rivulets of fresh blood. Kristofer quickly surmised that the death grip around his ankle had given him quite the handicap as well. He hurried to pry the cold fingers from his left leg and realized that he was bleeding from the scrapes that had dug into his skin. Using the truck as a support he stood shakily and instinctively flinched as his attempt to put weight on the leg brought sharp pain. It probably wasn't broken but it was still painful. Allie Southern got to her feet as well, stumbling as she did so. The head injury was pretty severe. Looking back into the truck she saw a patch of blood by the bench she had been sitting on and deduced that she had been knocked unconscious from the impact. Looking over to the man who had introduced himself as a special officer she couldn't help but be suspicious. "There's a grocery store nearby," Kristofer said, the first to break the awkward silence. "We should get ou of the open." Allie looked in the direction Kristofer was pointing and saw that there indeed was a store. She climbed down from the truck and picked up the gun she had dropped. Handing it to Kristofer their eyes met. It was only a moment but the mutual desperation was conveyed between the two. It seemed as if they'd need to trust each other for now. Kristofer leaned on the gun as they began their trek across the abandoned parking lot. The cars sat as serenely as if there were patrons inside, but Kristofer could see signs of carnage as close as the entrance as they approached. Blood had sprayed over the automatic doors, and they sat ajar as if something had forced them open.