Captain Nelson
Captain Justin Nelson of the Air Force was first spotted by the Domus Dei flying overhead in a fighter jet. He was running bombing runs on the Horde during the battle in Shelbyville when the Army moved in. Returning to base in Louisville, he was shot down by parties unknown. The Survivors of the Domus Dei tracked down his parachute, and rescued him from his position....hanging in a tree, unconscious and full of shrapnel, with hungry zombies clustered below grabbing at his boots. He was given emergency surgery and taken back to the ranch, where it turns out his place had come down. Before he regained consciousness, he was turned over to General Becker and the 16th Cavalry, who were pushing toward the city. That was the last time anyone at the Domus Dei thought they'd see him.
A few months later, retreating from the failed campaign in the city, Becker and the 16th came back through seeking aid and temporary shelter. Unfortunately, mutineers killed Becker and attempted to seize the ranch for themselves. The fighting was bloody, and it's outcome balanced on a knifes edge.
Outside the walls, a now conscious and combat ready Cpt Nelson was being held at gunpoint along with a group of loyal soldiers by the mutineers. As more of the traitors rushed in to reinforce the battle, Nelson took the opportunity to overpower his captors. Grabbing weapons, he and the remaining loyal men hit the mutineers from the rear, disabling their tank and turning the tide of the battle. And thus, Captain Nelson met the owners of the Domus Dei for, what was for him, the first time. In gratitude, they gave him and his fellow soldiers shelter, and loaded them with supplies when they set out to return to military command.
After leaving the Ranch, they made their way south attempting to skirt the city and avoid the worst of the Horde. The roads were rough all the same, and multiple times their APC convoy get held up. Sometimes it was vehicles and debris in the road. Sometimes it was large packs of the dead. Twice they got ambushed by groups of civilians. The journey back to command took almost a week and claimed four lives, but they made it. Justin seems obviously frustrated by his experience with the command structure. They accepted his reports without much comment, even the news that cultists were controlling the Horde. From his debriefing he was left with the impression they were skeptical.
After two days of debriefing, they were assigned to guard duty at the Kentucky Air National Guard base in south Louisville. It was from there that the Alaska Airlift was being coordinated locally, and that airlift was seemingly the sole focus of command. Justin notes he originally was flying sorties out of that base when he got shot down. By the time he got back, all Air Force personnel were pulled out and he found himself guarding it with the Army, boots on the ground.
"Guard Duty" turned out to be more like frontline action. Army defenses surrounding the base held off a massive Horde encroaching from the city to the north. The fighting to the north and east was constant. Nelson and his men spent the next week fighting the Louisville Horde while command ferried equipment and personnel from Fort Knox up to the Airfield. Half a day on the frontline, half a day rotated out to the western or southern front to rest. For a week it went on. Dozens of flights went out as the seething Horde pressed against the defenses. No matter how many of the dead they killed, their numbers only seemed to grow.
Justin was sure that he would hear from command after the first few S.I.N. broadcasts corroborated his intelligence. He never did though. Scuttlebutt was that most of the brass went out on the first two flights.
They were probably long gone when it all went to hell a week later. Nelson and the soldiers he arrived with were all stationed on the southern front when the Horde broke through defenses on the northern side and flooded the airfield and facilities. They're all pretty sure it's the only reason they're alive.
Battlefield command got the southern line turned and engaged, attempting to rescue assets and personnel endangered inside the facility. Ultimately it proved fruitless. Losses were massive. Cohesion disintegrated. Nelson found himself on the run with an impromptu platoon, retreating to the southeast to rendezvous with other units still alive and active on military radio channels.
Over one-hundred and fifty soldiers were able to retreat and gather in nearby Bullitt County, where Nelson and his platoon were folded into existing Army battlefield command. Plans were in motion to gather more retreating forces and...do...something. Command seemed to be arguing between retaking the airfield or making for Fort Knox.
The question was ultimately decided by the Horde that hit them from the south, taking them very nearly by surprise. For four hours, house to house fighting erupted across small town Kentucky. That was all that they could hold however. For the second time in twelve hours, Nelson and his people saw their lines and cohesion disintegrate as they once again went into retreat.
Finding himself in charge of a dozen people, and circumstances forcing them to retreat to the northeast, Nelson could think of no other refuge than the Ranch....far away, but in the right direction for safe retreat. And so, receiving no radio communication from Army command, he took his people and headed that way.
The road was difficult, but they managed to outpace the Horde and elude pursuit. After several losses in battles on the road, they holed up on the roof of an office park for a few days. With no signs of a Horde from the south in that time, he felt safe that they were no longer being tracked by any large groups. Sure in that knowledge, he loaded up the four people still with him and made for the Domus Dei at speed.
Now safe at the Domus Dei, it's obvious to most that he's an asset. Smart, brave and a team player he goes seamlessly from being in command to taking your orders.
Getting to know him, Justin is originally from Cleveland, Ohio. He was stationed at Wright Patterson Air Force Base in Ohio when it all happened but was deployed to Louisville to run sorties soon after. It turns out very few of the locals were certified to fly fighters. He has a wife and infant son that he left back in Ohio, living offsite near the base. He desperately hopes that they managed to make it to Alaska, but doesn't have much hope that he himself is going to make it.
A few months later, retreating from the failed campaign in the city, Becker and the 16th came back through seeking aid and temporary shelter. Unfortunately, mutineers killed Becker and attempted to seize the ranch for themselves. The fighting was bloody, and it's outcome balanced on a knifes edge.
Outside the walls, a now conscious and combat ready Cpt Nelson was being held at gunpoint along with a group of loyal soldiers by the mutineers. As more of the traitors rushed in to reinforce the battle, Nelson took the opportunity to overpower his captors. Grabbing weapons, he and the remaining loyal men hit the mutineers from the rear, disabling their tank and turning the tide of the battle. And thus, Captain Nelson met the owners of the Domus Dei for, what was for him, the first time. In gratitude, they gave him and his fellow soldiers shelter, and loaded them with supplies when they set out to return to military command.
After leaving the Ranch, they made their way south attempting to skirt the city and avoid the worst of the Horde. The roads were rough all the same, and multiple times their APC convoy get held up. Sometimes it was vehicles and debris in the road. Sometimes it was large packs of the dead. Twice they got ambushed by groups of civilians. The journey back to command took almost a week and claimed four lives, but they made it. Justin seems obviously frustrated by his experience with the command structure. They accepted his reports without much comment, even the news that cultists were controlling the Horde. From his debriefing he was left with the impression they were skeptical.
After two days of debriefing, they were assigned to guard duty at the Kentucky Air National Guard base in south Louisville. It was from there that the Alaska Airlift was being coordinated locally, and that airlift was seemingly the sole focus of command. Justin notes he originally was flying sorties out of that base when he got shot down. By the time he got back, all Air Force personnel were pulled out and he found himself guarding it with the Army, boots on the ground.
"Guard Duty" turned out to be more like frontline action. Army defenses surrounding the base held off a massive Horde encroaching from the city to the north. The fighting to the north and east was constant. Nelson and his men spent the next week fighting the Louisville Horde while command ferried equipment and personnel from Fort Knox up to the Airfield. Half a day on the frontline, half a day rotated out to the western or southern front to rest. For a week it went on. Dozens of flights went out as the seething Horde pressed against the defenses. No matter how many of the dead they killed, their numbers only seemed to grow.
Justin was sure that he would hear from command after the first few S.I.N. broadcasts corroborated his intelligence. He never did though. Scuttlebutt was that most of the brass went out on the first two flights.
They were probably long gone when it all went to hell a week later. Nelson and the soldiers he arrived with were all stationed on the southern front when the Horde broke through defenses on the northern side and flooded the airfield and facilities. They're all pretty sure it's the only reason they're alive.
Battlefield command got the southern line turned and engaged, attempting to rescue assets and personnel endangered inside the facility. Ultimately it proved fruitless. Losses were massive. Cohesion disintegrated. Nelson found himself on the run with an impromptu platoon, retreating to the southeast to rendezvous with other units still alive and active on military radio channels.
Over one-hundred and fifty soldiers were able to retreat and gather in nearby Bullitt County, where Nelson and his platoon were folded into existing Army battlefield command. Plans were in motion to gather more retreating forces and...do...something. Command seemed to be arguing between retaking the airfield or making for Fort Knox.
The question was ultimately decided by the Horde that hit them from the south, taking them very nearly by surprise. For four hours, house to house fighting erupted across small town Kentucky. That was all that they could hold however. For the second time in twelve hours, Nelson and his people saw their lines and cohesion disintegrate as they once again went into retreat.
Finding himself in charge of a dozen people, and circumstances forcing them to retreat to the northeast, Nelson could think of no other refuge than the Ranch....far away, but in the right direction for safe retreat. And so, receiving no radio communication from Army command, he took his people and headed that way.
The road was difficult, but they managed to outpace the Horde and elude pursuit. After several losses in battles on the road, they holed up on the roof of an office park for a few days. With no signs of a Horde from the south in that time, he felt safe that they were no longer being tracked by any large groups. Sure in that knowledge, he loaded up the four people still with him and made for the Domus Dei at speed.
Now safe at the Domus Dei, it's obvious to most that he's an asset. Smart, brave and a team player he goes seamlessly from being in command to taking your orders.
Getting to know him, Justin is originally from Cleveland, Ohio. He was stationed at Wright Patterson Air Force Base in Ohio when it all happened but was deployed to Louisville to run sorties soon after. It turns out very few of the locals were certified to fly fighters. He has a wife and infant son that he left back in Ohio, living offsite near the base. He desperately hopes that they managed to make it to Alaska, but doesn't have much hope that he himself is going to make it.
"I'm very sorry about these grunts ladies and gentlemen. They do not reflect the position of the Unites States Armed Forces." Justin, while introducing himself to the owners after the battle
Age: 33
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 180 lbs
O.C.C.'s: Soldier (Fighter Pilot) - Level 5 / Zombie Hunter - Level 2
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