Powers & Abilities: Carl is a hundred percent human. No special powers here. He's also just a kid with no special skills aside from the ability to aim and shoot a gun. Items on their Person: He carries a pistol with him, but probably not any ammo. It would likely be fully loaded when he arrived, but he'd be limited to those six (I'm assuming it's six) bullets until he found more - if he could. He also has his sheriff hat and jacket.
Samples; First Person Sample: Hey, uh... is anyone there?
I'm gonna count to three, and if no one comes out then I'm going in. [Taking a few steps closer to the barn, gun at the ready.] I mean it! If you're still alive, I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? And... if I yell it should attract the attention of any zombies, so I can just kill them when they come out!
...I'm probably just talking to myself. There's no one in there, is there?
Okay, I'm coming in! Please don't shoot at me if you're armed!
Third Person Sample: The door was nudged open carefully with the end of a shovel. He knew better than to go sticking his hand in dark places when he didn't know what was past the opening. He hadn't gotten this far just to die on account of a stupid mistake like that. The door opened with a loud creak that caused him to pause momentarily, but if his yelling hadn't brought anything out so far then this shouldn't either.
Pulling the door open a bit further revealed that the inside wasn't as dark as he'd thought it would be. An opening in the loft above above allowed ribbons of daylight to fall to the hay-strewn floor below, a surface left blissfully clear of the dead bodies he'd come to find a normal sight upon entering a new building. Aside from the birds he heard fluttering about in the rafters when he walked in, it didn't look as though anyone had been in the barn in some time. That meant the previous owners had to have abandoned it at the onset of the epidemic and no one had taken shelter in it since. No living bodies meant nothing for zombies to come after.
If the walls were sturdy enough, it could make for a decent place to stay for a time, provided he could find something to bar the doors with. He didn't know if he trusted the stability of a barn when compared to an actual house, having never lived in a barn, but the way up to the loft looked like it would be easy to keep zombies from getting up to, and there weren't windows all over to make himself visible. If he was lucky, any masses of the undead would pass him by. If not, well...
There was a ladder in the shed across the yard, as well as a hand saw. The stairs up to the loft were simple and wooden, and though it took him some time to do, it wasn't impossible to saw them away to where he could kick them down and put the latter in its place. He could make a robe ladder eventually, something they could keep up top and roll down so they wouldn't have to worry about pulling up this one if zombies came in.
He was proud of himself for this foresight, which helped when it came to making himself comfortable for the night. Helped... but not enough. Sleep was still long in coming.
Additional Information: Carl is missing his right eye and a good chunk out of that side of his head due to a stray bullet. It would be bandaged upon his arrival.
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Items on their Person: He carries a pistol with him, but probably not any ammo. It would likely be fully loaded when he arrived, but he'd be limited to those six (I'm assuming it's six) bullets until he found more - if he could. He also has his sheriff hat and jacket.
Samples;
First Person Sample:
Hey, uh... is anyone there?
I'm gonna count to three, and if no one comes out then I'm going in. [Taking a few steps closer to the barn, gun at the ready.] I mean it! If you're still alive, I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? And... if I yell it should attract the attention of any zombies, so I can just kill them when they come out!
...I'm probably just talking to myself. There's no one in there, is there?
Okay, I'm coming in! Please don't shoot at me if you're armed!
Third Person Sample:
The door was nudged open carefully with the end of a shovel. He knew better than to go sticking his hand in dark places when he didn't know what was past the opening. He hadn't gotten this far just to die on account of a stupid mistake like that. The door opened with a loud creak that caused him to pause momentarily, but if his yelling hadn't brought anything out so far then this shouldn't either.
Pulling the door open a bit further revealed that the inside wasn't as dark as he'd thought it would be. An opening in the loft above above allowed ribbons of daylight to fall to the hay-strewn floor below, a surface left blissfully clear of the dead bodies he'd come to find a normal sight upon entering a new building. Aside from the birds he heard fluttering about in the rafters when he walked in, it didn't look as though anyone had been in the barn in some time. That meant the previous owners had to have abandoned it at the onset of the epidemic and no one had taken shelter in it since. No living bodies meant nothing for zombies to come after.
If the walls were sturdy enough, it could make for a decent place to stay for a time, provided he could find something to bar the doors with. He didn't know if he trusted the stability of a barn when compared to an actual house, having never lived in a barn, but the way up to the loft looked like it would be easy to keep zombies from getting up to, and there weren't windows all over to make himself visible. If he was lucky, any masses of the undead would pass him by. If not, well...
There was a ladder in the shed across the yard, as well as a hand saw. The stairs up to the loft were simple and wooden, and though it took him some time to do, it wasn't impossible to saw them away to where he could kick them down and put the latter in its place. He could make a robe ladder eventually, something they could keep up top and roll down so they wouldn't have to worry about pulling up this one if zombies came in.
He was proud of himself for this foresight, which helped when it came to making himself comfortable for the night. Helped... but not enough. Sleep was still long in coming.
Additional Information: Carl is missing his right eye and a good chunk out of that side of his head due to a stray bullet. It would be bandaged upon his arrival.