Thread: The Bridle Trails

Name Shinjiro Takeda Location Bridle Trails Attire Blue jeans, black tank top, belt, Nike sneakers, white socks Weapons Switchblade Hidden in right jeans pocket , Sniper Rifle Strapped over back , Pistol Strapped against belt which is currently a make shift holster until he can get an actual one DateTime July 4, 2025 Tagging JC, Laila, Anyone Hell yes it is. Shinjiro agreed softly with JC on the stench of death being away from them. It was definitely a much needed change of pace. And so far, it seemed as the newly formed trio would soon get that. Even if any walkers were on the road, they'd just run over easily. Now that they were in the van, most of his fears about anymore encounters were gone. His head fell against the headboard of the seat as his eyes closed. The adrenaline rush he had felt from the shopping mall was steadily dying down. His breathing and pulse were beginning to get to more normal paces and the bits of anxiety remaining were vanishing with each passing second. He gave a nod to JC upon noting she may know of someone. Even if it was a coin toss, that was much better than nothing. And the finding of Laila and JC was more than proof enough that there could be other survivors around. For a while, it had almost seemed as if it were just himself. Needless to say, he was very glad to have been proven wrong for once. Waiting for Laila to finish speaking and handing the backpack to the front again, he allowed his thoughts to be heard. Even if it's only a possibility, it'll be a good start if we can find them. Or if not them, any kits or supplies they had. And Laila ... The faintest hint of a smile formed on his face. Honestly? Any and all forms of help will go a long way. Don't think you're sounding useless or anything of the like. It's quite the opposite. Good memory plus navigation skills? Man. Those would have definitely helped me out back when I was in the Army. Reaching down, he pulled a Gatorade for himself out. It wasn't sake but the hell with it. It hadn't dawned on him until he'd finished talking that the Asian soldier had been more thirsty and hungry than his body had realized. Unscrewing the cap, he downed some of the liquid eagerly, sighing contently. Shinjiro Takeda. But if Shin's easier to use, that's fine. He went silent for a few moments before another thought entered his mind. It made his raven locks swing from side to side, a few bangs hiding his dark eyes before a low chuckle finally left. So ... do any of you two know by chance how the hell this all started anyways? The Army didn't tell me shit. When I returned and got my vacation and went back to my home in Japan ... my family ... wasn't family anymore. So as far as I know, this just ... up and happened out of bloody nowhere let alone from no actual cause. But I'll give myself benefit of the doubt with having been kept in the dark and away from the truth. He went quiet again, silently hoping either of them could shed a bit of light on this scenario. Clearly not everyone was being affected so .. maybe there was another reversal for this besides death? Undeath technically but still. It was worth considering. And unless he really had to, he didn't want to kill many other people, especially if he ever came across any he recognized. It wouldn't be likely since he was from Japan but in the States. But it wasn't impossible by any means.