INTAKE INTERVIEW WITH PRESTON JOHN WALKER.
FORMER OCCUPATION: SERGEANT FIRST CLASS IN THE US ARMY
DOB: OCTOBER 31ST, 1967
INTERVIEWER: COUNCILLOR ████████████
DATE: 06-04-1999 / 10:25 AM
CASE # ████████████
PLEASE STATE YOUR FULL NAME, AGE, WHERE YOU WERE FROM, AND OCCUPATION BEFORE THE OUTBREAK FOR THE RECORD.
" my name is preston john walker, thirty-two years old. " the answer comes out easy from the interviewee, with a mild emphasis on his last name. he seems very proud of his pedigree, almost as if we should've already known about it. " born and raised in happy valley, oregon. joined the army at eighteen, climbed up to sergeant first class in the united states army before the world fell apart. "
WHAT SKILLS, TRAINING, OR EXPERIENCE DO YOU HAVE THAT COULD HELP THIS COMMUNITY SURVIVE?
" i've got a decade of military service under my belt, " the interviewee clicks his tongue, like the answer is obvious. however, he is still implored to explain to provide us with a better understanding. he seems to hesitate for a brief moment ( hiding something? ), before that cocksure smile returns to his lips. " i could tell you everything but then we'll be here all day. but all you gotta know is i've known how to shoot a gun since i was nine. just comes with the territory of having a strict no-nonsense major general as your dad. had that philosophy of gotta teach 'em early, y'know? so he brought me and brothers in a lot of hunting trips growing up. " the interviewee shrugs and laughs lightly, as if reminiscing, though he actually doesn't look all too happy ( resentment? trauma? ).
" you see, every man in our family was military, ' cept my twin brother. accidentally shot our mom when our mom while he was playing with dad's guns. dad never forgave him, don't think he ever forgave himself either. " the interviewee pauses for a few second, and scoffs when he realizes he's said too much. he shakes his head before continuing on with confidence in his eyes. " anyway, i've provided training to both enlisted and non-commissioned officers. i'm one hell of a shot. and i'm pretty good at reading people … at knowing what they want. "
the interviewee smiles like he's letting us in on the secret to surviving in this world. " … at knowing what they need. like it or not, people are the most valuable resource now. and they're only as useful as when they feel safe and happy. "
HAVE YOU LIVED IN ANY OTHER SETTLEMENTS, AND IF SO, WHY DID YOU LEAVE THEM?
" my brother and i immediately came to camp withycombe when the outbreak began. " he is more nonchalant about this question, just recounting memory without pretense. " the first two months are manageable. we had guns. we had tanks. we had men patrolling the perimeter twenty-four seven. but then survivors from all over the place kept pouring in, "
the interviewee says it more like a cautionary tale ( will be against opening doors to just anyone? ). " supplies started running thin after that. and hungry people are the most difficult to control. people started fighting for rations, egos flying everywhere to prove their importance and who should get fed first. " he laughs, mostly in disbelief as he recounts the event.
" things fell apart before a horde of the dead even came. they just took advantage of the chaos. my brother and i were lucky enough to get out of there by the skin of our teeth. " then he snaps his fingers, shaking his head at the outcome. " thousands of people dead just like that. hopefully this place doesn't fall to same fate. "
WHY DO YOU WANT TO JOIN THIS COMMUNITY, AND WHAT KIND OF PERSON ARE WE LETTING THROUGH THESE GATES?
the interviewee answers with a laugh at first, like he couldn't believe the question is serious. " for some goddamn reason, this place still has electricity and running water. those things are goddamn miracles at this point, so who wouldn't want to be here? " the answer seems candid and truthful enough, but something in his eyes says he only just about to really sell himself. " you've got real good thing going here, and you're community seems strong. but it can be stronger⸻ "
he pauses as a very charming smile curls his lips upward ( he seems to know exactly when to be disarming ). it's probably well-intentioned but could also be used for manipulation. " ⸻with me. if my military experience isn't enough, then consider that i'm a very relentless person. i like getting what i want and what i want right now is a fighting chance. we can't do things alone anymore in this world, and i'll make sure this community survives … because i sure as hell want to survive. "
HOW MANY WALKERS HAVE YOU KILLED? HOW MANY PEOPLE, AND WHY?
" walkers? is that what you call 'em? " he said, amusement clear in his tone, but it's obvious he just doesn't want to answer the questions right away. " guess you can call me one of them then. we called those dead bastards huskies where i'm from. 'cause y'know, they're just husks now. " then he leans back in his seat, and something feels defiant about it although he maintains a smile on his lips. " i've killed too many of them at this point. a hundred, maybe two hundred? " he stops there, so the next question is restated. the interviewee looks indignant at first, before he lets out a surrendering sigh. " before or after the apocalypse? " it is then clarified that the question meant post-outbreak, though it must be noted that he must've also killed people beforehand due to his military service.
" three. " he finally answers. " the first two tried to kill me and my brother while we were on our way here to washington. they held us at knifepoint to take whatever little supplies we had left. " the words rolls off his tongue easily, almost mechanical, like he didn't want to tell that story at all. understandable, but necessary to ask anyway. " and we fought back, like how our daddy raised us. " he pauses again, so he is then promptly reminded about the third kill. " my twin brother. we were sleeping in a car when we woke up surrounded by the huskies. he was always the fuck-up, y'know? " a sharp exhale escapes him.
" i never saw him that way, but that was how our dad made him feel. that's how he felt about himself while living in my shadow … i guess he wanted to do something right. so he got out of there, sacrificed himself, so i can make a run for it. " the interviewee delivers it with a straight face, perhaps trying not to show emotion or stopping himself from breaking down. " so i ran while they tore into him. and when i was far enough, i shot him in the head … to make it quicker. "
PLEASE FILL OUT THE FOLLOWING WITH THE CORRECT INFORMATION.
HEIGHT: 6'3. WEIGHT: 178 lbs. EYE COLOR: blue. HAIR COLOR: brown. PHYSIQUE: athletic build with lean musculature and low body fat, broad shoulders, defined chest, toned arms, narrow waist, long limbs, an angular facial structure with pronounced cheekbones and strong jawline, strong thighs.
MARITAL STATUS: single. GENDER: man. SEXUALITY: bisexual. FAMILY: all deceased. thaddeus walker ( father ), beatrice walker ( mother ), portland walker ( older brother ), presley walker ( twin brother ). MBTI: ESTP, the entrepreneur. ENNEAGRAM: 8w7, the nonconformist. TEMPERAMENT: melancholic-choleric.
EXPERTISE:
FIREARMS & MARKSMANSHIP, possesses mastery in accuracy, weapons handling, and overall effectiveness with ranged weapons such guns and bow and arrows.
PERCEPTION, possesses a keen awareness of his surroundings, and the ability to detect hidden threats, traps, or ambushes.
PROFICIENCY:
LIGHT WEAPONS, possesses proficiency with weapons that rely on speed and precision such as knives, screwdrivers, ice picks and other short blades and improvised weapons.
ATHLETICS, possesses proficiency with the ability to climb, jump, swim, vault obstacles, and perform demanding physical feats.
NAVIGATION, possesses a keen ability to determine direction, read maps, follow routes, and avoid becoming lost.
SUBSTANDARD AREAS:
FORAGING, does not possess the necessary knowledge to locate edible plants, useful wild materials, or natural resources.
PERFORMANCE, does not possess necessary skills at acting, storytelling, dancing, singing, or other talents to raise morale, distract, or manipulate people.
PERSONAL EFFECTS UPON ARRIVAL:
COLT AR-15A2, a semi-automatic, civilian-legal version of the U.S. military's M16A2 rifle, passed down to him as a family heirloom from his father's gun collection after his death.
A POLAROID PHOTO, of preston john and his twin, presley james.
A DOG TAG, issued by the united states army in 1985 when preston enlisted.
DESIGNATED JOB WITHIN THE COMMUNITY scavenger, with light soldier duties. may be fully integrated as a soldier once fully settled in with the group. as approved by COUNCILLOR ████████████.
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