Re: Your survivors!

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Reggie.
Formly beside Punk as the lead guitarist in their little-known thrash band.
He was the only one of their group to follow him back into the city when he went back for his family.

Reggie himself was always known as a big softy.
An unfitting reputation for a man who prides himself on his physique.

During loot runs with his old friend, he's picked up a multitude of useful items for their shared safehouse (Sometimes refered to as the "Condo" by them both, and many of those who've met Punk in person). Top amongst his findings was a home gym, allowing him to maintain the well-built form he spent his life working on.
The mere knowledge of this drives him on, morally boosting him in times of strife.



Mitch. & Manny.
As a young man, Mitch rode with an infamous, and world-wide group of bikers. His prowess was well-known, and countless police chases had come to nothing as the young maniac sped down back alleys with as much style as he rode down an empty motorway.
As he got older, the life of adrenaline rushes seemed to grow stale, and he found he wished to put his skills to the test against his old kin.
To this length he enrolled with the Metropolitan police, getting very far, very quickly.
After years in the bike squad, he chose to move onto something closer to home after a close family friend was found overdosed in an alley. He moved on to undercover jobs, getting his way into the close-knit circle of drug-dealers and suppliers plaguing London streets.
After some time, he found his way to a major supplier. A man called Manny.
He had links to Mexico, Cambodia, Brazil and Africa. His grip seemed to span so much more besides, and it did not take much effort to get close to him.
Taken in as a runner, Mitchs' incredible skills on a motorbike, and excellent reputation within the Hells Angels seemed to stand him in good stead. He was drinking in the same bar as Manny on a nightly basis, sharing life-stories and habits as they smoked until sunrise.
When the infection hit, Mitch found his old job became less important than surviving, and put his professional life aside to work with Manny to create a "new empire" within a broken and shattered London.
Now his right hand man, Mitch and Manny make frequent rescue runs into the deeper city, going on any rumour of survivors and arriving with an army of well-trained and well-equipped gun-runners, drug dealers and those who owe him enough to give their time.
Over time, the trust that grew between Mitch and Manny raised a guilt inside Mitch, his old memories of gang-loyalty and respect boiling up as he dwelled on the relationship he had with his charge. A long talk, and many fist-fights later, they came to a mutual understanding of one another.
Now almost as if blood-brothers, all cards laid bare, they trust each other without question.

The safe house/ fortified warehouse he shares with Manny and his group of 30+ armed men is well equipped with  multitude of useful amenities. Chief amongst them is the workshop.
Manny and Mitch each have their own uses for the workbenches and tools found in this shed. Manny prefers to simply patch up his gear, saving him money in getting hold of new guns.
Mitch uses it all to a far more involved capacity. He makes frequent attempts at forging ammunition. Experimenting with locally aquired powders, creating different styles of bullets to better kill the infected.

A mutually-used portion of the warehouse lot is the warehouse itself.
Considered something of a holy site by many who still require their "service", the giant main hall of the building holds rows upon rows of various strains of cannabis.
They frequently tend to and pick from the plants, and have a crew of workers preparing it to sell to those who seek it.
The tight office rooms at the back of the warehouse hold mini drug-labs, where a small team of Mannys' old crew still create far more dangerous drugs. (Fun fact, "Crazy" Joe is often found at the front gate to this safe house).



Fran.
An old friend of Mitch, she used to ride with a different group back in his heyday. Often meeting to provide protection for minor musical festivals, Mitch and Fran had a great many romantic interludes, often only interupting them with miles-long bike races through busy streets.