Thread: help, i'm alive! // rskde & sixlikesgore.

Before the infection, he was a soldier.. And after the infection, his contract remained to be a soldier. That's what he was told when New York was evacuated, to stay with Dr. Robert Fueller until his research for a cure could be completed, both of them were immune, so therefore both of them could make an excellent team to fight off whatever kind of infection had taken over this side of the world. His one and only mission was to protect the Doctor, make sure that he could finish his work and they would both be heroes of humanity, it seemed like a good deal to him at the time. That is, until the good Doctor lost his life. It was a very dark night on their way back to the small mansion that they had set up shop in, the Doctor had been going on and on about how what they were doing was hopeless. Soon after, the soldier had found him dead in the bathroom, a bullet lodged so deep into his brain that it would take a microscope to follow the path it left. His body was tossed far from the mansion, and for a little while this soldier was unsure of what to do. The soldier, identified by his dog tags, went by the name of Ryan Andrews, and luckily for him, the doctor had left behind some crucial notes to his work. So after a period of studying, Ryan went back to doing what the doctor had started, collecting tissue, finding animals, and sometimes humans that were infected to study their behavior, and test his new variations of a 'cure' which weren't reall going all that well. Ryan stands at 6'1 and has a large muscular frame, mostly from his years in the service and his still vigorous work out schedule, as he could not afford to get lazy in such a hostile New York. He had hazel-brown eyes and black hair that seemed to be cut down by hand, as if by an inexperienced hand. There was pain and grief sitting in his stare, he had been alone for so long now, the only things to keep him company being the experiments he kept in the basement of the mansion. So when he was walking along, looking for one of his traps he was thinking about his time in New York, how terribly lonely it was since the doctor so selfishly offed himself to leave Ryan here alone with his thoughts, when he was pounced on. This is the end of me. Was the only thought running through his head as he closed his eyes, feeling the hot breath of the infected woman on his neck... Not biting him.. His eyes open and look to her, she was hesitating for some reason. He watches her jump backwards, he was wearing a hoodie and jeans, plus a pair of boots, his M16A4 rifle slung at his side, which was immediately pointed at her, he was still sitting in the ground at this point, breathing very heavily from his brush with death. When her hands open and almost raise in surrender his rifle points down a little, his eyes scan her face, her skin suggested that she was infected, same with her eyes.. But she had beautiful red hair, no other infected that he had seen human-wise had hair still on their heads. He slowly stands, his rifle still in a ready position as he watches her. Are you.. Are you infected? He asks, what was even more surprising was her willingness to be out in the sun, something other infected would not dare risk.