>>6024435>>6024425>>6024414>>6024192>>6024191>>6024189>>6024179>>6024177You are Frank West, famous photojournalist and survivor of the Willamette Outbreak. After a raid on a PhenoTrans facility, you and Chuck Greene exposed the truths of their misdeeds to the world. You've made a fortune from this and done some real good, which you've generally squandered, making several failed TV shows, running a poorly received late night talk show and eventually becoming an alcoholic. You're a white man with black hair and a receding hairline. You always carry your trusty camera to snap pictures at the right moment.
You're sitting staring into the bottom of a recently finished bottle of bourbon when you receive a phone call. When you spent a year running a photojournalism class, you had one star student that kept in touch after you were booted from the position for trying to teach the students how to swing a chainsaw properly - Vicky Chu, known better to you as Vick. She's been climbing the industry ever since, using her incredibly stubborn approach to force her way into places she really shouldn't be. She's tried in the past to tip you off to new developing stories, but you've always sat on your wealth and largely redirected them to others.
After all, exposing Willamette felt like one big fuck-you when it came to justice actually being served to those responsible... and the PhenoTrans shutdown was a split effort with Chuck. Is journalism even worthwhile anymore...?
Your thoughts are drawn back once again to your phone, ringing away. You answer it, casting the bottle aside and leaning on your high-rise window, looking down on the city below.
"Frank? I've got something... BIG. I don't think anyone knows about this, and it looks like the military is pulling a SERIOUS cover-up here."
Typical. Trying to hook you with another story. She is stubborn as ever. What's so-
"It's an outbreak, Frank. An all-biting, flesh-eating fucking outbreak."
"Holy shit, Vick. Jesus... alright, tell me everything you know."
