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Surviving LA: HopeSurviving LA: HopeSurviving LA: Hope by ~Bboy-Theory
Name: Blake Archer
Looking at the dead policeman, who was already half eaten, Blake drew his machete, decapitating him. One less infected he would need to fight. He walked over to the gun cabinet, its steel door chained to a padlock. Blake shook his head and sighed. He fished out a sharp pin from his pocket and inserted it into the padlock. Click. The familiar metallic sound Blake always hears. The door swings open.
Blake took a pair of Glock, a MP5, an USAS-12 and a lightened Dragonuv. He searched the whole station, looking for equipment he can use to communicate with the outside world and more importantly, food. He found a small radio, torchlight, some rations and a colourful towel. Looking at the towel, he decided not to comment on the situation. Out of the blue, an ear-splitting sound was heard. The glass doors have shattered. The sound of Infecteds morning filled the station. Blake rushed out, pulling out The USAS-12. Firing 2 shots, he painted