#ftask

q001. “Hello. Your 48 hour mandatory quarantine is now over. Before letting you into the populace I need you to answer a few questions. Please state your full name, date of birth?”

“Harrison Keanu Teller. November 28, 1984.”

q002. “Thank you. In the last 48 hours have you experienced Infected like symptoms?”

“Yeah, I’ve got this fungus looking thing sprouting from the back of my neck... Wait no, I’m kidding I forget that’s not a thing that many people like to joke about even though my expression clearly gives that away. So no, not that I’m aware of.”

q003. “Are there any ailments, disabilities, mental illnesses, or medical conditions that we should be made aware of?”

“Nothing that’s major. I get migraines a few times a month though that are so bad I just wanna kill myself and reanimate into a clicker... And once again, I’m only kidding.”

q004. “Can you give us a little background on yourself. Your family life, work ethic. What kind of person are you?”

“Well to start with my family, to put it lightly they were all kind of shitty. I was born in Chicago to Patrick and Jennifer Teller, and they were both junkies. They were the type of people that could not go a single day without getting high off of something... anything that would give them a good trip, really. They didn’t care what it was. I have no idea how I even survived for as long as I did living with them and it wasn’t until I was six years old when my mom’s sister stopped by one day and caught Jen doing a line of coke on the dining room table while I was trying to do my vocabulary homework right next to her that I got out of that house. My parents didn’t fight to keep me and they could care less that I was even gone. Last I heard of them they lost the house they lived in a few years before the world became what it is now. But anyway, after my aunt took me with her she made sure I stayed in school all the way through college where I was majoring in engineering, and one of the professors I had actually got me a job with a company he used to work for as an electrician. Life wasn’t too bad, but now here we are. This is probably the most I’ve ever shared with anyone since the world started going to hell, by the way. I mind my business, I can fend for myself, but I’m sure I’ll be expected to work with others here and get along with them as if there was nothing going on outside the walls...right? I can do that, and I’ll keep the infected jokes to a minimum.”

q005. “Can you list three skills that you are proficient in?”

“I know how to get a running electrical current pretty easily. There’s still plenty of thing around to manage that. I’ve spent a lot of time making melee weapons and trying to better them as well and prefer them over firearms for multiple reasons. Last thing, I guess I’d say I’m an exceptional swimmer if that’s good for anything and I know how to sail boats so if you ever have to send someone down the river for anything, I’ve got it covered.”

q.006 “Excellent. Now, three skills that you are not proficient in.”

“Honestly, sometimes I can get a little too hot headed and will get in someone’s face if they get a little too confrontational. I don't let things go easily. I’ve gotta say that I’m not the best shooter either, like I mentioned I’m more into melee weapons.”

q007. “Alright, and last question. If you had to, would you be able to kill someone you knew if they became infected?”

”Yeah, I’ve done it a few times. What’s one more?”

q008. “Thank you, and welcome to Fortuna!”