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Mission: Destroy remnents of the T-Virus, protect the living...

Status: Genetically bred soldier who seems to have no sympathy for most

Battle Gear: AS50, Dragunov, TMP 9mm Automatic, Black Tail 9mm Handgun

City: Chicago City

Contact: Very few survivors, but one of them, I will not mention her name, is really the only one I gravitate to

Transportation: Custom built Apache w/ extra storage compartment and Boeing CH-47 Chinook

Below are some pics of me...

This is me and what I see all the time in the city.

This is me. Plain old me. What more to say...?

This is what happens to me everywhere I go. I hate my job...

This is me when I'm unmasked. Duh.

H.U.N.K.'S BLOG

So, this is H.U.N.K. speaking. We're in Washington State, Seattle. We've made camp on a skyscraper roof, and I've fine tuned my apache. We haven't encountered any other survivors. Me and cheyenne1444 and nick the vickson are hanging in there though. Before we came here, I encountered a new species of "zombie" if you will. Note to self: always aim at the big f***ing vein on it's chest. It houses one or more plaga, leech like, I call them Face Huggers. Me and cheyenne1444 died and woke in an abandoned Umbrella Corp. Research Lab. I had us moved to Seattle then. Now, I guess we're just standing by for some action, if there is any. H.U.N.K. signing off.

So, I ran into another survivor today. We went on a supply run and ran into some of my guys, lucky me. We took whatever we could and hualed butt. We're going to San Antonio City, and hopefully we'll be able to touch down there. This new S.W.A.T. guy has some skills, his name is S.W.A.T. Soldier Mark. He's a sniper, just like me. nick the vixen and nick, and cheyenne1444 and The Last Soldier are holding up well. If there are any survivors out there, gosh, come to us. We have food, shelter, transportation, and skills. H.U.N.K. signing off.

Okay, so I'm supposed to get rid of infection, right? I was thinking, there's an explosive depot here in San Antonio nearby. I'm thinking of taking what it has and strapping it on to the bottom of the buildings whenever we leave, so I can blow that joint. But the thing is, there might be survivors, and I'm not the only one who needs buildings for survival. So, what would H.U.N.K. do? I have no idea at the moment. While we were coming to San Antonio, I ran into even more of my guys. But instead of troops, they used some handy dandy missiles. I'm thinking of going back there and stealing some of their goods...but, hey, we're all trying to survive, right? So maybe that's out of the picture also. I have no new creatures to report, that's good. And with all these survivors piling up, I'm going to have to maybe get a bigger chopper. That'll suck, because Starfly is my baby. I've mounted a 50 cal. beside the storage door. I also made a bomb bay if you can believe that. Yeah, I'm gonna need a bigger chopper. Better get a new one and stick with the one I got. That means more fuel, but...like I said, we're just trying to survive. H.U.N.K. signing off.

So we had a short visit in San Antonio. Damn. We have a new chinook, we call her Big Bitch. We also ran into even more survivors. S.W.A.T. Soldier Max and S.W.A.T. Soldier Roxas. We're all a bit on edge thanks to the lack of sleep. Or maybe it's just me. I haven't been able to rest. I exploded the city of San Antonio earlier, and let it fall on my Umbrella Corp. buddies. See, that's what I meant with the explosives. Score one for H.U.N.K. I'm trying to fine tune Big Bitch and take care of all the babbling of the survivors, you have no clue. So, let's see if we can actually make it through the night in Chicago. That's right, Chicago. If anything goes wrong here, we're going to Las Vegas. H.U.N.K. signing off.

Where do I start? Okay, so my wing man, The Last Soldier, was taken by Umbrella Corp, and me and S.W.A.T. Soldier Max got in a huge fight. We lost Big Bitch. I got shot to hell in my cockpit, and my guts sprayed everywhere. Luckly I'm not human. He shut down after overcoming the orders to kill me, and I ripped out the transmitter in his back. Then, we went back into the facility. He found his baby boy and girl, hooked to tubes. Gosh, and then he had to bury them. After that we promoted the Big Bitch II. It makes me think of cheyenne1444, and I wonder what it's like to have kids. Maybe one day I'll know. Until then, H.U.N.K. signing off.

Gosh...I just lost a friend. My wing man. He died in my arms. Literally. I saved his duaghter, and he tried to save us when I got shot to hell. I lost a leg and a few fingers, but I got all that back now. I had to dig his grave...right in front of his duaghter. So, I guess this is what it means to be H.U.N.K. I'm going to have to take care of Julia, his duaghter, and the thing is, she looks exactly like him. I'm taking anti-depressants. This day just couldn't get any better. H.U.N.K. signing off.

Today, in Las Vegas: hell of a horde of undead. One of them even had a minigun, and shot me to pieces in my apache, again, and I healed. Considerably slower than usual, I might add...could it be Umbrella? I don't know, but we're sittin' tight. H.U.N.K. signing off.