Str 2 Dex
2 Con 2
Per 2 Wil 2
Contacts (Police) 3 (3)
Contacts (Underworld) 2 (2)
Hard to Kill 4 (4)
Nerves of Steel (3)
Situational Awareness (2)
Drive: Car 3
First Aid 2
Guns (Handgun) 4
Guns (Shotgun) 3
Hand Weapon (Club) 3
Class IIIa Vest, First Aid Kit, Flare Gun, Flashlight,
Handcuffs, Handgun, Squad Car (Sedan), Vehicle Radio
Don't bug me. Uniform doesn't mean anything anymore.
I'm not a public servant anymore. I'm just a man with a gun trying to
survive. I can't help you. I got my own problems now.
No, you listen to me. My granddad was a cop, my
father, my uncles, all cops. Back then, cops were the law and cops
had respect. By the time I became a cop, it was a whole 'nother game.
Sensitivity classes, social working, civilian review board, police
brutality suits. They curse you and spit at you and hate you -- just
'cause of the uniform.
Fine. I took the oath, I did the job. I worked my butt
off to take care of my buddies, and make my family proud.
But zombies? Fucking zombies, I didn't sign up for.
I'm outta here. Got my ammo and supplies and squad car. As far as I'm
concerned, the city can take care of itself.
Look I don't care about your wife and kid. I'm not
surprised they're surround by zombies. There's zombies everywhere.
You're kidding. Don't tell me you don't even have a gun.
All right, all right. Take this shotgun and let's go.
I can't believe I'm doing this -- again.
"I shot the guy and he wouldn't stay down! Good
thing the cameraman from COPS tripped."
Artwork by: George Vasilakos
Flavor Text by: Albert Bruno III