Gabriel

> *"Oh Lord, please guide us."*
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Gabriel is an Ally Survivor and DEX type Support, who has the potential to be promoted to Mythical Grade.

## Background

The church filled with the sound of fists pounding on its doors. People outside of the church cried out for Gabriel.
“Father! Please, the doors!”
“The dead are getting closer!”
“Father Gabriel! Save my child!”
He detached himself from the distressing sounds of the rabble outside through the Scripture. He read aloud, focused on the sound of his voice. His gaze became cloudy as tears abruptly interrupted his effort to hide from reality. Teardrops fell onto the gilded pages of the Bible and smudged the ink, finally ruining his concentration. His hand reached out to the door more than once but never with enough will that the doors would open. Again, his hand reached out to open the door, and the canned food donations bin caught his eyes in the corner. A count of the cans was all it took for his hand to retreat from the door once again. Time passed while Gabriel struggled between thoughts, and the noise stopped. The door finally opened, but just enough for Gabriel to peek outside. Then, he heard a voice from below.
“May I come in, Father?
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His gaze lowered at the sound of the languid voice to find a little boy clutching his empty tummy. Allowing the boy in would surely help atone for what had happened here, or so Gabriel hoped. Dragging his feet, the boy shuffled into the church. Gabriel saw the ripped pants and bleeding wound and asked,
“Were you bitten?”
“Yes, Father.”
The church was filled with the echoes of a loud groan, soon followed by a cry for the Lord. Gabriel rubbed his forehead. The bin with the cans of food became his focus again, and he made his way towards it, the boy left behind. Faced away, back turned, he told the boy,
“Well... wait over there.”
Fishing out a can, he couldn't bear to face the boy for some time. He couldn’t be sure how his face would look.
“Father?”
Wondering why Gabriel had not returned, the boy made his way over to the priest. A deep breath, and he turned to face the child.
“Do you eat canned food...? I was trying to pick something you’d like.”
“I’m so hungry that I could eat anything!”
“Take this with you and go step outside. I’m going to find a bandage and clean the church — all this dust and dirt could lead to an infection.”
“Let me help you, then!”
Gabriel gently rejected the offer, smiling, and pushed him outside. Excuses flowed out of his mouth, saying a priest could never let the wounded work and how the blood would make a bigger mess. The boy clutched the can to his chest and finally acquiesced to the priest. Gabriel’s eyebrows trembled. Back against the door, he slid down to crumple onto the floor and wept, covering his mouth to stifle the noise. The clock ticked, and it was almost sunset. The boy had waited patiently and finally asked from beyond the door,
“Are you done yet?”
“Almost. Wait just a little more....”
The sunlight disappeared along with the boy’s voice. Carefully, he looked for the boy amongst the dead. The can was sat next to him, unopened. Gabriel was noticed, and the boy slowly crawled towards him. Guttural noises and gurgles had replaced the boy’s words. Gabriel locked himself back inside the church. The boy still wanted to come inside, the same as before he had turned. Not only that, but the intention also remained the same — to fill his stomach. Knelt, Gabriel attempted to sign the cross in search of forgiveness but couldn’t bring himself to through the guilt. He sped across the church to the cross that hung from the rafters. A fresh bottle of whiskey greeted him, and he reached for it, hands shaking. The smell of booze attacked his nose. Although he'd never had a problem moderating his drinking, he knew well that it could serve as a self prescribed escape. Gabriel swallowed gulp after gulp. The flavor caught him by surprise, and he retched in disgust. Still, he continued to drink until his eventual loss of consciousness.
“I understand what I did was unforgivable. But I’d like to atone for my sins,”
he mumbled as he put down the whiskey bottle and grabbed his revolver. Rick's son, Carl had taught him to check the cylinder, and he confirmed all six rounds sat nicely inside their chambers. Five of them hit the ground with tinny rings, the cylinder spun, and the safety was released. The gun would fire if the trigger were pulled. The metal of the gun’s muzzle felt cool against his temple. Then, nothing. He chuckled to himself darkly and again sought dialogue with God.
“I’ve lived my entire life as a coward, making all sorts of excuses. But I won’t live like this anymore.”
He reloaded the gun and stood before the cross firmly before he strode outside. Before the cross, a half empty bottle of whiskey leaked onto the floor next to an unopened can of food, left behind by a coward.

## Skills

 61 | Devotion | Basic attack damage increases by 30%.

## Recommended Gear

Gabriel is a decent Survivor for Alignment Defense and PvP. It's recommended to leave his Personal Gear below level 10 or max it out and give him the Asyl's Luxury Goods or Asyl's Best Vest as Special Gear.