Pronouns: he/him

Email: devin_b_frogg@contagion.oxfordrpg.com

Player: Peter L (he/him)

Bastion Organisation Quirk: Survivalist

Dev exists in a self-secluded, subdued manner. A patrol Sargent who prefers to be alone (or with Remus, his coyote friend), he manages his squad with a more 'democratic' manner. That's not to say Dev's lazy or ineffective; hardened from years surviving in the wild, he brings myriads back from his 'scavenging patrols'. And on patrols… He gets the job done. Bloody. Want to pick him out from the crowd? He's the one in the tartan, rifle on his shoulder. He gets the job done.

One more thing. Never bring up his brother's name. Never after the incident.

They were ambushed. Driving the buggy down the road, they ran over a trap. The tires blew. The car flipping and tumbling, before they knew what had happened, zombies were swarming around them. Barely fending the zombies off, Devin and Eric fought to flip the car back over. Devin climbed into the driver's seat, but as he hit the gas, the wheels churned, stuck in a ditch. Eric raced out to push the car, the horde lumbering dangerously close. Finally, the car budged and roared to life. Lurching forward, the buggy shot dust clouds as it drove. Eric ran after, the zombies’ arms grabbing his clothing and ankles. The dust cleared as the car drifted into sight and plowed through the zombies. Grabbing Eric, the brothers made it back safely to the Bastion.

Where at the gates they noticed the bite marks.

Devin had to follow protocol.

But Dev might finally be moving on. He has recently taken up gardening.