In the beginning...

From Tzh Cyoa

The Albatross is ploughing through the sea. It's a grey day with overcast skies and choppy waves. Below decks, a team of Zombie Hunters does one last equipment check as the ship moves towards the undead infested mainland. You are a member of that team.

You are

The team's captain. It's your responsibility to get the team out alive.

The medic. If anyone is hurt, you'll be the one to patch them up. Or put them down if they turn.

Their driver. if it weren't for you, those idiots would have to walk.

the best damn shot in the entire ARC. Well... One of the best anyway. As long as there's bullets in your gun, those Zeds don't stand a chance.

the only one in the team who knows how to handle a map, it would seem. the rest of them can't tell a grid reference from a contour marking. You're the only reason they don't wander the wasteland like a bunch of clueless idiots.

The demolitions expert. AKA the person that blows stuff up. You really love your job. Maybe a little too much if you ask the people back at the barracks who were near your locker while you were making a pipe bomb but... let's not get into that now, shall we?