The Tourist

> Whatever happened to the Tourist?"
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## Pre-Apocalypse

*The following is an excerpt from the Tourist's PNDRA Refugee Application. This section was transcribed by an employee during a physical interview, hence the odd format.*

"It had been more than two decades since he'd completed basic training.. Twenty Two years of dedicated service.. He could remember when he took that written test.. Well, it had worked out., formed as a third sergeant, through ESA.. What an honorable position to hold at that time, one his younger brother would aspire to reach. Sergeant Cardoso was aspiring, eager.. And his motivation was evident, the very first course he took after his formal graduation had him traveling to Rio, Rio de Janeiro.. 'Precursor Paraquedista'.. It was interesting actually, the first ever course for that was done in the 40's, WW2 in fort Benning, not even in his country of origin. Nevertheless, he was graduated and awarded the 'brown boot', honor to the original breed of men fallen in the second world war, homage paid because of blood, blood that would drip down and soak in a fallen paratrooper's black boot, turning it brown, this he would wear with pride though he hadn't been deployed much.. And it itched him, he hadn't joined to stand still, and so it was off to another course, CIGS, best in the world ever since it's institution.. Which, though with great difficulty, he would once more graduate, and remain in this time, the itch was answered, deployments were frequent, rescuing fallen paratroopers from the deep jungles and warding off guerrilla fighters in the frontiers. He had spent the majority of his military life in the jungle, it was his home and he had zero intention of letting go.. That was, until a promotion came his way, 6, 7 years had passed and he held the rank of 1st sergeant, an opportunity showed itself, he had been invited to a course many didn't even know existed: CaC, Curso de Ações de Comandos. Fourteen grueling weeks of nothing but pure suffering, preparation, physical training and marksman qualifications, but it had paid off, he was now one of what? 320 something men back then? He had been inducted, 1º BAC, he was no longer a person, his identity didn't matter, he was a machine forged for nothing but getting the job done, be it with a head beneath his armpit or a well placed microphone. It was then his social life went down the drain, his deployments? Constant, and his ability to speak english had landed him a job.. His first time out of country and it was in an unmarked helicopter; Russia, 1989. Ironically he couldn't even scratch at the language, though the sarcastic tongue would land him everything he'd ever need. Quick retrieval of information, joint operation with the united states, peak of the cold war, retrieval of space-related documentation, he met someone there.. Initially, as part of the contract, the man was a fool but a pretty well humored one. Ivan Novakov, aspiring cosmonaut, they'd become drinking buddies in this short period, and.. He wasn't too proud to admit they'd gotten matching tattoos. Nevertheless his time in the soviet union was short lived, once relevant intelligence had been retrieved they'd all been extracted, though he wouldn't see his country again. It was straight to the united states, command had kept a small detachment in the country for.. Unrelated, reasons. In the summer of 1990, Sergeant Cardoso would meet his wife, A nurse running a small infection clinic, not even a hospital, it was quite a scene, five geared men arriving in an unmarked van, one of them, that being himself injured, holding on to dear life with a tourniquet. It wasn't the most appropriate option, though it was the only one, and best one available, the poor woman had to patch him up under stress and she did a damned good job of it. A few months later they'd meet at a bar, where he'd offer her a drink and where everything would unfold, the man's injuries had gotten him to stumble into a relationship, although it was on and off during the first year, in August, 1991 he would deploy to the Gulf war under the american flag, this time under a joint operation with the Green Berets. He'd been there for only two weeks, cracking a rib after receiving a direct impact to the chest, saved only by the steel plate that had been under trial at that time, now back in the united states, he'd finally realize life was far too short for him to keep risking in vain, he'd seen enough warfare for one lifetime, it was then he had decided to take his relationship with Eva, the woman whom he'd eventually marry much more seriously, flat out denying jobs for as long as he could, during the timeframe of two years, he'd gotten the woman pregnant, and hence the two decided it was time to marry. He'd honorably discharge from service, and take his wife's last name: Harrington.. And happily he'd live until  1993, When the worst happened. It was in the meat, the very thing that held households together. The former sergeant, now a construction worker, returned home to find them pale and hungry for flesh. The wife begged for death, and the infant had long expired, for it had been the woman’s feed. It took time, but he buried them both in that house’s backyard when the papers started spreading, and when the quarantine in Louisville began."

*This interview ended at 1328.*

## Season 0 | Settling In

Shortly after arriving in the overrun city of Louisville, the Tourist gathered a group of survivors. Notably, Ivan Novakov, Juniper Duncan, and Enda Wallace, and led them all to the Motel after looting the city for whatever supplies it had left. Equipped with multiple armory's worth of guns and ammunition, they settled into their newfound home fast.

Over the coming days, they would make contact with the other groups of refugees that had survived the onslaught that was their arrival. Notably, the Rangers.

This contact would lead Brady Jones, leader of the Superstars, to trail them back to their home. The Tourist himself would capture Brady, drawing the ire of the Superstars and triggering a raid on the Motel, with the Superstars aiming to save their leader. While the Superstars were repelled, the walls of the motel were bashed in and Brady was escorted out - but not after heavy Superstar casualties and zero Motel casualties.

By order of the Tourist, the corpses of some Superstars - particularly Chicken Little - were crucified after the battle and erected on the Motel's front lawn.

This victory proved the combat effectiveness of the Tourist, and his future victories would only cement his reputation as a bonafide killer. Yet, little did he know, this would also prove to be his downfall.

## The Tourist and Stein Rivalry

After a string of robberies in the area committed by a band of escaped convicts, the Tourist decided to deal with them for good. Throwing out tear gas in the middle of one of their robberies, he managed to incapacitate the robbers, but not before killing one with his rifle and indirectly injuring another after the gas's effects caused him to accidentally fire.

Taking the escaped convicts prisoner, they were driven to Haven to see justice, but Ari Stein was infuriated by what she perceived as an injustice. Arguing for the prisoners' lives, the Tourist was eventually forced to give in and allow them to go free with the understanding that their crimes would not be repeated. Grateful to Ari, the prisoners vowed to be loyal to her forever.

Though, these promises would not amount to much in the end, as when Ari released, "Dear Bazaar,". At the time of its release, the Tourist had largely lost all of his friends in the Motel due to them growing apart, and he hadn't seen his girlfriend, Mackie Smith, in a very long time. With this document released and gaining widespread attention in the survivor community, the Tourist was forced to face the music alone and he was enraged by it. Gearing up for one last ride, he got all of his weapons and armor and launched an attack on the Bazaar in an attempt to take revenge. Ari Stein was blown in two halves by a grenade, near-insantaneously killing her. While other combatants were injured, she was the only casualty. And for all his skill and equipment, the Tourist was still incapacitated and taken captive by the PNDRA, held in the Bazaar momentarily for safe-keeping.

## Captured by PNDRA

His friend and ally, Ivan Novakov, attempted to rescue him by means of murder. Luring PNDRA Private Bickle to a discreet location, he attacked him with a hatchet and pushed him down the stairs. The Bazaar residents came rushing to Bickle's aid, but it was too late - Bickle was dead. Getting into a gunfight, Ivan was horribly injured and ultimately lost, also being taken captive by the PNDRA.

The Tourist and Ivan were eventually transferred to another location for interrogation, this time solely involving the PNDRA. After simple interrogation tactics failed to get the PNDRA far, they eventually veered into torture territory; they broke fingers, threatened execution, and brandished weaponry. When Ivan Novakov back-talked one of the PNDRA officers, he was shot in the head while tied to a chair. In retaliation for Ari Stein and Private Bickle's murder, the Tourist, too, was executed, never to be seen again by any of his friends or comrades. His whereabouts are still considered unknown to this day by many of his former friends and allies, yet his legend lives on as the boogeyman of Louisville.