Region: The Warden World
As gervash entered the 'juggernauts' finished off a few more infected before rushing inside, the gates closing behind them.
The old man then took a ladder down from th wall. He wears a floppy hat and sports a grey beard, his clothes are a tank top under a blue hawaiian and of course some shorts. With his sniper on his shoulder he looked at Gervash then extended his hand.
"I'm Sam.. sorry for the rude welcome but uh.. we lost the outer wall some years back, flooded with them shamblers. But this place piece of paradise is Charlotte.", he'd say giving a welcoming smile.
Behind Sam was barricades with spikes but beyond that was a small town, it was sort of cliche even.. clean streets, green grass.. hell it looked like it was ripped out of the 50's or 60's. A perfect american town.
Sam then looked the trooper up and down.
"Damn boy, we ought to get you a nice hot bath and some clothes.", he'd say with a concerned expression.
A middle aged man, with short balding hair rushed over, he wore black fatigues with a black kevlar vest. He had no gun though, only a baton on his belt and his voice was distinctly irish.
"You lot made damn bags out of this one yea! I told ya, keep the bloody gate shut unless its one of our trucks yea?", the man then looked to Sam.
"I know you're a chancer sammy boy but we cant let in every stray you see fella. Its wasting supplies, and dont give me that crap about charity..", he'd say then sigh, putting his hands on his hips and looking to the ground momentarily.
"Crack on then..", the man said before walking off without another word.
Sam looked to Gervash.
"That was Jeffrey, Deputy-Chief of police. Good guy but uh.. a bit unwelcoming. Either way lets get you some place so you can rest up.", he'd say giving Gervash a pat on the shoulder.
The infected on the other side of the wall were now silent and in the distance the cityscape of Helen lit up the night sky.