Utterly Mad

Jason:
You wake up from your bed in your hideout, your hideout is a wine cellar from a ruined pub. The moment you wake up you smell that dry, musty smell, you get dressed in your faded blue jeans, leather gloves, leather boots, white, dirty t-shirt, and a flannel jacket. You grab you backpack, it's a small school daypack, it holds an okay amount. You head over to your workshop, it contains a workbench and a toolbox, and grab your hatchet. You walk over to your storage area and take stock...

Your hideout contains in full is a fire barrel with a grill over it, a small generator, a workshop, a sleeping area, and a storage area

Spoiler: Storage (hover to show)

1x can of sardines
2x can of brown-bread
1x milk-jug of clean water
1x box of cheap ramen: It has 8 packs of dry ramen
1x small jerry-can of Gas
2x bottles of Red Wine
1x Bottle opener
1x corkscrew
1x hammer
1x phillips screwdriver
1x flat-tipped screwdriver
1x box of nails
1x can opener
The key to the cellar padlock.

Spoiler: Jason's Inventory (hover to show)

Weapon: Hatchet

Daypack:
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Rhodri:
You wake up on your couch in your hideout, your hideout is a maintenance room in a metro tunnel. You get dressed in a brown leather jacket, a copper-colored muscle shirt, a pair of tan khaki's, and a pair of dirty white sneakers. You look around your hideout and grab your spiked knuckles and large messenger bag, it carries a good amount for a messenger bag. You look in your storage area, it contains

Spoiler: Stocks (hover to show)

4x cooked rat meat
5x salted rat meat
3x cans of beans
2x cans of SPAM
1x can of tomato soup
1x Store-bought waterskin full of clean water
1x milk-jug of dirty water
3x bottles of purified water
1x large hunting knife: for them cans man, them caaans.

Overall your hideout contains a small camping stove, a storage area, a small couch, a map of the metro, and a workshop.

Spoiler: Rhodri's inventory (hover to show)

Weapon: Spiked Knuckles

Messanger Bag:
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Gretzel:
You wake up in the bed in your hideout, your hideout is an old already picked through fallout shelter in an alleyway. You get dressed in your waist-coat, grey button-up shirt, dress pants, black finger-less gloves, and a pair of leather shoes. You head to your storage and grab your bag, it's a small swiss rucksack, it holds a good amount and it feels weightless on your back. You take stocks...

Spoiler: Stocks (hover to show)

3x cans of brown-bread
2x cans of tuna
4x cans of tomatoes
1x can of green-beans
2x packages of cheap raman
1x jugs of clean water
1x tin of coffee
1x tin of tea
1x can opener

Maria:
You wake up in your bedroll in your hideout, your hideout a small basement in a completely ruined building. You get dressed in a red t-shirt, a pair of black jeans, a leather jacket with a fur collar, and some cloth hand wrappings. You head to your storage area and grab your bag and weapon, your weapon is a small switchblade with a snake-skin grip, and your bag is a leather satchel. You take stocks of your supplies

Spoiler: Stocks (hover to show)

3x cans of tuna
1x cans of salmon
2x cans of brown-bread with raisins
2x cans of corn
1x jugs of water
1x can opener

Rhodri wakes up, ready for the usual routine. He takes one piece of rat-meat, a bottle of purified water, and his large hunting knife for today's scavenging mission. He looks over his map to decide where he'll go explore today.

He cracks his back as he pushes away from the work bench, "Huh. Chainsaw is missin' where'd I put, bah fuck it." He knelt down to view his pathetic amount of food that was nestled comfortably, under his work bench. Grabbing a can of sardines and the jerrycan over to the barrel. Flame was already gently dancing above the rim of the barrel, but to make sure it'd burn a little hotter and a little longer he poured a small amount of petrol into the barrel, causing the fires to rise just a tad bit. He tore open the can o' fish, tossed it on the grill, then went to the corner with journal in hand to relieve himself.

With what little light he had in the basement, along with the water damage that the journal had sustained after being through sewers, violent urban areas, and hell its been shot a few times too; he attempted to read the latest passage to see if he could find some sort of clue as to what to do today (AKA: Wilson writes me a quest or journal entry, feel free to go wild with it buddy!). Finishing up, he grabbed the hot tin of fish, and quickly scarfed them down, spitting out chewed up little spines and bones that he couldn't swallow.

Taking a quick break, he then proceeded towards his bench of many supplies and grabbed the following:

[Corkscrew]
[Milk Jug of Water]
[Can of Bread]
[Box of Nails]
[Bottle of Wine]
[Flathead Screwdriver]
[Phillipshead Screwdriver]

Along with the Cellar's key which he slipped into his pocket (My pocket will only carry keys).

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The wooden-steps creaked as he went up to the cellar-doors, he slipped the key into the rusted padlocked, gently gave it a turn until it clicked. Pushing open the hefty doors, he braced himself as he stepped out into the bar, ready to take on whatever today threw at him.

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Weapon: Hatchet

Daypack:
[Corkscrew]
[Milk Jug of Water]
[Can of Bread]
[Box of Nails]
[Bottle of Wine]
[Flathead Screwdriver]
[Phillipshead Screwdriver]

Pocket:
[Key to Cellar Padlock]

Jason takes a inhales the salty sea air, clean, crisp, with just a hint of soil that was blowing in from the city. Being a big fan of both funnel cake, and the sea; he proceeded to head towards the boardwalk.