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    Well y'all are the best!! People are still the same friendly guys I knew back when. Well if y'all got stuf that need members, come hit me up and I'll rp sometime. Thanks again for all the help.

    OOC:

    Name: Blake Willson

    Age: 18

    Sex: Male

    Race: White

    Looks: A 5'10" white male with a few muscles here and there, with defined arm muscles. He has blue eyes, as clear as the oceans he used to swim in back as a child. He has brown hair, with the sides of his hair slightly shaved closer to the head to give a distinct difference when he has it slicked back, giving it a form of layer and shade.

    Personality: He has a sense of always needing to prove himself to people, making sure that he knows his stuff, even in situations that are dire. He is a very respectable young man, and has a kind heart, a heart towards service to others.

    Back Story: Blake's dad was a firefighter and a cop when growing up, and his mom was a doctor. A few years before the zombie outbreak, his mom fell sick due to a severe form of the flu, and died soon after being struck with the sickness. His dad was killed during the beginning parts of the zombie outbreak trying to help someone to safety, sacrificing himself. Blake was so close to finish his medical classes to be an EMT when the out brakes happened, and ever since, tried to out run the zombs, while helping as many people as he could. He went from city to city, trying to find a way to fit in, and with Eaden, he able to do just that, by providing to city with medicinal needs, and other things they need done around the place.

    Other: If anything needs to change due to plot, just let me know and I will be happy to change anything.

    "Welcome to Eaden," He smiled, hands held above his head, trying to not move towards her.


    What was she running from? the brown haired boy pondered to himself. "Let's try this again, Welcome to Eaden, my name is Blake Willson, and well, I live here. I assure you, I am not going to hurt you. So why don't you put that machete down, lets get you some food, and get you all cleaned up? You know it's not safe for a young lady to be running around playing hide and seek with the zombs. What is your name?" Blake couldn't believe that a young woman was running around outside the city, but by what he could see, she was all dressed in surprisingly good clothes, despite her face and hands showing signs of long traveling. I need to try and get her in my office and clean some of those cuts before they get too infected, but by looking at her, I don't think that she is going to just follow me, especially with that weapon clenched in her hand.

    Blake's smile grew, as she put the machete down, taking that one step towards him. He slowly put his hands down, taking a few steps towards her as well, extending his hand out in friendship, wanting her to shake it. "Don't worry, you will be safe here. I would gladly show you around, sorry about the escorts with the guns, they like to take precautions. We never leave the gates alone. Especially with the large amount of zombs heading our way. If you don't mind, I'm going to take you to where I'm hold up at, and get your wounds healed, alright?" He asked, still rambling on, not even pausing to let her speak.

    The medic nodded his head, feeling relieved that she trusted him enough to follow him through the gates, away from the group of zombs that would be approaching at any time. I hope I didn't spook her at all, she is alert and on her toes, I'll give her that, Blake popped his neck, turning around, spinning on one foot. "If you would, please follow me, and keep all hands and feet inside the ride until the tour is complete!" He chuckled, He loved to give that line, remembering the days when he worked in the back of the ambulance, now his ambulance. Patients would just look at him like he was crazy, well, at least more crazy than he was.


    Blake started walking towards the gate, letting an armed guard unlock it from the inside, which was the only way to get in. "So, where do you come from?" He asked finally, curious as to how far she had actually traveled.

    Blake nodded to the guard, watching as she locked it up, and carried on her chors. “West? How far west did you travel? I’m sure you must be exhausted!” Blake soon realized how much he had been talking, an shook husband head, “Sorry, I talk a lot, especially when I meet a new friend,” Blake’s pointed to a small building, “That over there isn’t our holding house for our food. As long as you put in work, you can get a share. That long short building I should our public bathing houses, for people who don’t have their own means for cleaning. We also have beds in that building across the street if you don’t want to find a different place here in the town. It’s funny, our town was named after a dead end sign that got rubbed off, spelling Eaden,” Blake just kept talking, pointing to different houses, moving on to different things before Wren could reply.


    “It’s a nice little place. Takes a little to get used to at first, but once you do you never want to leave. My house is that small little building between those two trees.” He pointed, “But I’ll get Yu over there once you see our town hall.”

    Blake laughed, “New Mexico? Yeah you definitely walked a good bit. I’m sure you can outrun all of us here though now!” Blake then stopped, staring at the long three story building that was looming in front of them, cast a shadow that swallowed the whole street.


    “This is our town hall, where all our important meetings are held, and where the leaders stay, such as our mayor, his helpers, and our other leadership or important people. They asked me to stay there, but I told them that i liked where I was.” He stood there, watching a few people walk by.


    “You have any questions before we head over to get you fixed?” He asked, turning around to see her crossed arms, looking more relaxed than what she was prior to entering

    Blake laughed a little nervously, shuffling his feet a bit, “I am the only one here with some medical knowledge. I’m not a doctor by any means, just an EMT. But I know my stuff. Sure, most our guards known how to fix an arm, but I taught them what they know. I’ve only been here a few months and they have already treated me like I’m a someone. But I told them no. I didn’t want the spotlight. I like to sleep in my little place with my buss, and keep it at that, letting people come in and me stitch them up. That’s answer you’re question?” He asked, looking at the approaching clouds in the sky.

    OOC: I’m so sorry for some spelling errors. At work I gotta use my phone, so is a little more glitchy than my computer. Sorry bout that.


    IC: Blake finally started to walk in silence, until they made it to his place where he stayed. “It May looks cramped and small, but wait till you get in the back!” He said, walking through he doorway of his small house. It looked more like a studio apartment, except three times smaller. In the back was a ramp that led to a door, which he opened it up to show the inside of an ambulance, stocked with a few things, most of them expired. “This is where I live!” He said, happy to be back, sitting on a chair inside, motioning her over to the cot in the middle.

    “Alright,” Blake started, grabbing bandages and such to start cleaning, “You let me know what’s comfortable for me to touch and clean, and we will go from there,” He said, trying to make this as comfortable as he could, putting some steril water on a 4x4 gauze pad.


    “If it makes you feel better, you can use my house to clean up yourself if that makes it better, then I can wrap you up? Whatever works for you works for me!”