Gideon

> *"You're not getting past me!"*
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Gideon is a Neutral Survivor and STR type Warrior, who has the potential to be promoted to Mythical Grade.

## Background

So... What you're saying is... You want to kill all the inmates?
Yes.
Chester answered without blinking.
Be real, Gideon shook his head. "There are over forty of them and four of us."
Forty inmates locked in cells with no weapons. All we need to do is attach knives to something long enough, like pipes, and run 'em through. Won't even have to waste a single bullet,Chester said evenly.
And then what? We need them, Gideon countered.
Ever since the city had been destroyed and the prison completely shut down, they had managed to survive by sending out groups of twelve, two guards and ten prisoners, to gather supplies. When not out on supply runs, prisoners were kept locked up in their cells, and any dissenters were executed. When this happened, Chester always took on the role of the executioner. But too many groups never returned, and now they were down to four guards and forty-two prisoners. Gideon watched Chester take out a box of cigarettes. The old Chester had been someone who would spend days agonizing over what to get his wife for her birthday, someone who would panic if he was late getting home on his wedding anniversary. He'd have been the last person Gideon would have expected to suggest coldblooded murder.
"Like hell we do. I found Miles's body out there today. Someone smashed in the back of his head. It wasn't the work of the dead. He was killed by one of the inmates."
It's true. I saw it, too, Farrell nodded.
Gideon glanced over at his best friend, Ford, who shook his head and said,
“Gideon's right. Even if that's true, we can't just murder 'em in their beds.”
I think there's been a misunderstanding. I'm not asking for your permission.
Chester's tone left no room for argument. He shook out a cigarette and put it between his lips.
How about you, Farrell? You in?
Hell yeah, I'm in. I'm not waiting to get jumped the second my back is turned.
Chester handed Farrell a cigarette, and Gideon noticed how Chester's eyes kept flickering to the guns on the desk.
Not gonna happen. That's not how we do things.
Gideon said.
Oh, yeah? If you don't like it, you can get the fuck out. We'll handle things our way in here.
Chester snarled.
Fuck off. You're the ones gettin' all jumpy. If you've got a problem living with the inmates, think it's y'all that should get lost.
Ford growled back. The tension escalated as the four guards sized each other up, eyes darting between each other and the weapons. Then as one, they surged forward and grabbed the gun closest to them. Gideon leveled a riot shotgun at Chester, who aimed a pistol back at him. Likewise, Farrell and Ford faced off, pointing their pistols at each other.
Put the gun down, Chester.
Gideon locked eyes with Chester.
We all know that thing's loaded with rubber slugs. Mine are lead, asshole.
Chester sneered at Gideon, keeping his pistol trained on him. Gideon aimed at Chester's head.
You really think I’d be stupid enough to walk in here with rubber slugs? Try again.
“Everyone, just calm down!” Ford yelled.
Putting up an appeasing hand, he lowered his gun.
Look, I'm putting my gun down, see? Let's just all cool off and think straight about this for a second. If the four of us start fighting, we could all end up dead. I say we just kick out the inmates. Problem solved. Cool?
Farrell slowly lowered his gun, and after a long, tense moment, Gideon also lowered his shotgun. Finally, Chester did the same. At that moment, a plastic ashtray fell off the desk and hit the floor with a dull clink. The four guards reflexively raised their guns and fired at each other.
You all right, Ford?
Gideon gripped his bleeding shoulder. Chester lay dead, slumped against the wall. He'd taken a slug to the eye. Farrell was also dead from a shot to the head. Luckily, Ford had been hit in the chest, and his bulletproof vest had saved him.
I should be the one asking you that.
Ford stood up and collected Chester and Farrell's guns, placing them back on the desk. Pulling out bandages and antiseptic from the first aid kit on the shelf, he knelt to examine Gideon.
We should probably get that bullet out, but I've never done something like that before. Think one of the prisoners might know how?
With his bloodstained hand, Gideon reached for the cigarette Chester had dropped, then relit it.
Guess maybe one might. Gotta ask around.
So, what now?
Gideon blew out a long stream of smoke before answering.
Dunno. Guess we're gonna have to figure out how to survive with just us two and forty plus inmates... without killing 'em.

## Skills

 61 | Riot Armor | During combat: If Gideon’s received damage is less than 7% of his max HP, reduces received damage by 50%.

## Recommended Gear

Gideon is a decent Survivor for all modes. It's recommended to get his Personal Gear to level 10 and give him the Asyl's Best Helmet or Asyl's Bulletproof Vest as Special Gear.