growing up;


Kevin was raised up in the military. His father, who everyone in his unit called 'Alpha',  was a General in the army. He was determined to have his son follow in his footsteps and Kevin was happy to oblige. When Kevin was old enough he joined the army and quickly went up in ranks. He started off as a Private and quickly became a Sergeant First Class. He never had time for anything fun when he was a child. He spent his days working out, training, trying to become nothing but the /best/. He never bothered with relationships. He didn't think it was that important. The only people he had that were even remotely close to what you would call 'friends' were the soldiers in his unit; Charlie, Bravo, and Sasha. Those were of course not their real names but they were the nicknames they had grown up with. His mother was always making sure that he stayed healthy and always tried to set him up on blind dates but he was never interested. He always shrugged her away but when she came down with a sudden blood disease, he immediately regretted it. Before she had died she specifically told him, "Life, from now on, is going to be tough. Cities will be in ruin...chaos will rule.....I want you to find someone to love in these dark times....But be careful where you go- you never know who, or what is lurking."

first encounters;
 

“Checkpoint Alpha, fall back to checkpoint Charlie, Bravo is unresponsive, fall back now, over”

The voice drifted into the man’s consciousness, forcing him to open his eyes. Blinking he forced himself to focus on his surroundings. Strapped to the passenger seat, Kevin dangled across the cab, hanging into the driver’s side, which had mostly been torn away by the wall the vehicle was against. No, not a wall, the ground. He shook his head. The vehicle was on its side, crumpled with windows smashed and shards of glass scattered across the cab. Blood was dripping past his face too. He reached up to the pain throbbing through his head and touched something sticky. Pulling his hand away coated in red, he realized where the blood was dripping from.

The radio crackled to life again “Checkpoint Alpha, come back, over”

He looked out of the vehicle at his surroundings. The grey concrete road was pitted with rough holes, splashed with blood, a lot of blood, and scattered with bullet casings. Across the street a large building was billowing smoke into the clear blue sky, the flames up the outside of the building and setting alight to a pair of curtains that billowed out into the wind. Looking at the vehicles dashboard he could see the radio, shattered as it was he was surprised it worked, yet with no handset it was useless to him.

“Checkpoint Charlie, any sign of Alpha? over”

Who was he? Where was he? Some sort of warzone? He pulled at his jacket, camouflage, and saw the name tag ‘Kevin Woo’. He nodded, he liked the name Kevin. It had a nice flow to it. He tried to remember something, anything, but his mind was blank. He glanced to his left and saw an older male in the same uniform. He squinted his eyes to read the man's name tag. The only part of the name he could make out was 'Woo'. Were they related? Kevin shut his eyes tightly and tried to sort out his thoughts. His eyes popped open suddenly when he remembered what happened. That unconcious man is his father. They were following behind the rest of their squad, trying to make sure that all civilians had made it out of the city safely. He couldn't remember how their car had crashed. He reached over for his father's wrist to feel for a pulse. There was nothing. Not even a small heartbeat. His father was dead. Kevin knew it wasn't his fault...but he couldn't help but to think that if he would have woken up sooner that he could have saved his father's life. Kevin pulled at the seatbelt, braced himself against the dashboard and unclipped the latch. Tumbling, sliding and crawling, Kevin pulled himself through the front window and free of the vehicle.

“Checkpoint Charlie? Status report? Checkpoint Charlie, come back, over”

Looking around he could see the streets were deserted, nothing moved. The faint radio crackle, the whistling wind and the building fire was all he could hear. This was unnerving, Kevin knew he was in Seoul, he could see building tops for miles around, there should be more sounds, cars, people, even gun fire. Nothing.

“Twelfth troop is moving to fallback point eight. All surrounding units are advised to do the same, over”

Kevin looked at the crashed vehicle he had just emerged from, skid marks were all around it, obviously the rest of the unit had kept going, leaving them to their fate. The vehicle was a dark grey humvee, blood coated the heavy weapon mounted to the roof and was sprayed into the circular turret that provided access from the back of the vehicle to the gun. As he looked at the scene he realized that as the vehicle had come to lay on its side, whoever had been in the turret had been firing at the enemy, tearing holes into the concrete road until he, yes, Kevin could see strips of material and blood, had been pulled out of the hatch. Despite the damage taken from the crash, Kevin could tell that the vehicle had not been hit by a single bullet. He frowned. Getting down on his hands and knees he looked at the driver’s side, more blood and again, more strips of material, as though the driver had been pulled from his seat and out of the window.

“Twelfth troop, rendezvous at checkpoint delta, we have two additional units on route to that location, over”

Looking around Kevin saw a trail of blood leading away from the humvee and into a shattered shop front. Swearing, he reached into the vehicle and pulled a large caliber machine gun from its rack and several clips of ammo that looked like it matched the weapon. He checked the safety and pushed the clip into place, pulling back on the loading bolt and checking that the first shell had clicked into place. Satisfied that the weapon was ready he braced the large gun against his hip, pointed it forward and strode off toward the shattered window.

“Twelfth troop be advised, we have confirmed combatants at checkpoint Delta, over”

Approaching the shattered window he peered into the darkness. Display cases had fallen over, chairs were scattered and china, obviously the store's merchandise, was shattered across the floor. In the middle of the wreckage two figures lay slumped on the floor.

“Anyone alive in here?” he asked loudly.

With a low moan, one of the figures looked up. Kevin stood, frozen in stunned panic as he realized the figure slowly pushing itself upright had been eating the chest of the body on the floor. Dark blood poured from the mouth of the man as he stumbled over the wreckage toward Kevin, arms outstretched and eyes unblinking.

Kevin pulled the trigger.

The heavy machine gun roared, lighting up the shop with giant flashes of flame and light as the figure flew backwards, bullets tearing through flesh and bone. Kevin stopped firing and peered through the gun smoke at the figure. As it cleared his eyes widened and he swore before pulling the trigger and sending more rounds into the man as he had started to rise up. Kevin saw the man’s flesh being torn away as the second figure sat up during the gunfire. A bullet fired through its skull, spraying blood into the air and the figure slumped back to the floor. Kevin stopped firing, and paused as the man, body torn apart by the bullets, continued to move, pulling himself toward Kevin with its shattered arms and leaving a trail of blood and gore in its wake.

Kevin frowned, aimed the gun and carefully squeezed the trigger. One round exploded from the gun and buried itself in the man’s head, where he immediately slumped to the floor, motionless.

Kevin stood silently looking at the figures, until he was satisfied that they were truly dead and turned away.

“Headshots only? I guess I need something more accurate” he said to himself. As he looked around the deserted street, a distant explosion went off with a loud thud in the distance as he watched smoke rise into the air. Slinging the weapon over his shoulder, Kevin Woo set off toward the distant combat, determined to survive and kill as many of those filthy creatures as he possibly could.

weapons of choice;

*Marlin 1894 CB
*AR-15
*Glock 17
*Axe and Baseball bat; used for close range fighting when out of ammo.

the team;


no one at the moment.

love can blossom even in the darkest of times;

single. panual. not interested in love. not looking.

OOC;

001. I can either roleplay 1st POV or 3rd POV. I like them both so whichever one you prefer I will roleplay.
002. You ask to roleplay; You start. I ask to roleplay; I'll start.
003. Don't rush me for replies. If I take a while it's either because I don't want to reply at the moment or I lost my muse.
004. I will roleplay with others faster than some.
005. under construction.

roleplaying at Zero Hour Roleplay as
Kevin Woo