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Deputy Andy

Posted by Vikestart on July 27, 2014
Last updated by Vikestart on September 13, 2014
Zone

Kingsmouth

Location

Sheriff's Office (200,330)

Race

Human

Status

Alive

Allegiance

Neutral

Occupation

Deputy

Known Associates

Helen Bannerman, Sandy "Moose" Jansen

Offered Missions

Type Elm Street Blues

Type Draugnet

Involved In

Type Bullets for Andy

About

Deputy Andy Gardener is one of the survivors in Kingsmouth, holed up at the Sheriff's Office. He always dreamed about being a cop. He seems to have abandonment issues with his father who just took off one day. Andy studies the Draug and zombies and will give you tips for how to stop them.

Dialogue
Yourself

I wanted to be a police officer since as far back as I can think. I had a lot of time to myself growing up, yeah. I watched all the cop shows, again and again, yeah, the old shows, when a good cop was always a good cop. When you knew you could trust a badge, right, yeah? You knew before the half-hour was up they’d get the guy…out of the basement. So that was my goal, plain and simple. I was single-minded about it. You ask anyone and they’ll say: “Ayuh, that Andy, he sure is single-minded.” Now, I wasn’t what you call a straight-A student, but I got there. I got there. And when Sheriff Bannerman swore me on as deputy, gave me my badge, hehe, I’d been up all night ironing this shirt, it was crisper than you’d believe. Well, uh, that day I was just as happy as a clam at high tide.

Kingsmouth Town

Sure chokes me up seeing Main Street all done up in buntings and so empty. The kids loved that Halloween parade, you know? Then they’d all bus on up Bangor way for the haunted hayrides, ever since our local amusement park closed down. There were troubles…it was before my time. Still, what town doesn’t have a little trouble, with cultists? There was that repeat killer, I wouldn’t say a “serial” killer. But he came from the mainland. And that mess with the college kids at the old hunting cabin. Bears, we reckoned. Jeez, when it’s all laid out like that it does sound pretty bad, huh? This right now is definitely the worst we’ve ever had, though. This is the real storm of the century. If we push on through it, I am not looking forward to taking a shovel to the streets after.

The locals

Oh, I knew everyone in Kingsmouth. “A safe community isn’t a spectator sport,” I memorised that one. And Sheriff Bannerman preferred to have me walking the beat, while she handled house calls. That suited me just fine. Our folks were a good bunch. They only cause of ruckus when they’ve had too much of the, uh, you-know-what. But recently I got talking to Sandy… That guy is pretty philosophical. You wouldn’t know it to look at him! I mean, I don’t personally have a problem with bikers. I’d like a motorcycle myself. Anyhoo, he made me really consider it, you know, whether you really ever knew a person. I told him how in second grade, I met Anna Redman behind the gym every day for two months. We would hold hands, I thought I knew her pretty good. She left town all of a sudden one day. Halloween. Jeez, always Halloween.

Kittens

Mom bought the kittens and dad drowned 'em. That's the facts of it. I don't like speculating much. That's one step away from guessing, and Sheriff, she taught me never to guess. Mom's version was that Dad loved things too much. Got a bit crazy sometimes. Hugged real hard. Didn't always wanna let go. The morning he stuffed 'em in a bag and took 'em out to sea, he was full of too much feelings. Didn't know what to do with them. He took 'em down to Journey's End, out behind the bed and breakfast. It's where the journey ended. Jeez, Dad always wore these masks, you know? For the longest time you figure you know someone. Most of the time, really, we got no idea.

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