West
West is Quiet Folk, and the Quiet Folk have always understood when to leave. When the first screams came from the deep beneath Dominus Columbia, before the sirens, before the official warnings, before anyone in authority had decided what to call what was happening, West was already moving. That was the tell: not the siren, but the screaming. West told the guards to sound alarms, though it remains uncertain whether they listened or even heard, and then departed. The ridge line out of Downtown offered high ground and low traffic, and West took it without hesitation.
The bugout chamber that West shared with James and others was emptied cleanly and efficiently. A note left behind read: "OMNI PLAGUE LEAKED FROM VAULTS." No elaboration. No instructions. Just the fact, laid bare for whoever came next. West established a position at Red Bank before James arrived, appearing exhausted but sharp, eyes reflecting the calm that follows decisive early action. There was no warmth in the reunion, only the recognition that passes between two people who survived by refusing to wait for confirmation of what they already knew.
West carries the Omni Plague exposure now, same as every other escapee from the city. Their assessment of the situation is spare and final: nobody gets out of Dominus Columbia anymore, not really. Everyone who escaped is already dead; dying just has not had time to settle in yet. It is the kind of truth that the Quiet Folk seem built to carry, delivered in a quiet voice, without drama, without comfort, and without any particular interest in being argued with.
The bugout chamber that West shared with James and others was emptied cleanly and efficiently. A note left behind read: "OMNI PLAGUE LEAKED FROM VAULTS." No elaboration. No instructions. Just the fact, laid bare for whoever came next. West established a position at Red Bank before James arrived, appearing exhausted but sharp, eyes reflecting the calm that follows decisive early action. There was no warmth in the reunion, only the recognition that passes between two people who survived by refusing to wait for confirmation of what they already knew.
West carries the Omni Plague exposure now, same as every other escapee from the city. Their assessment of the situation is spare and final: nobody gets out of Dominus Columbia anymore, not really. Everyone who escaped is already dead; dying just has not had time to settle in yet. It is the kind of truth that the Quiet Folk seem built to carry, delivered in a quiet voice, without drama, without comfort, and without any particular interest in being argued with.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
West left Dominus Columbia before the sirens sounded. The first screams from the deep were enough. While the hand-cranked warning system was still being deliberated over, while guards were still deciding whether what they heard warranted action, West had already told them to sound the alarms and walked away. The ridge line out of Downtown provided high ground and low traffic, a route chosen by someone who had thought about leaving long before the reason arrived. The shared bugout chamber was emptied with clean efficiency: supplies taken, a note left behind reading "OMNI PLAGUE LEAKED FROM VAULTS," and nothing else. No instructions for whoever might follow. Just the essential fact.
West reached Red Bank and established a position before James arrived hours later. The exhaustion was visible but the eyes were sharp, carrying that particular calm that only comes from having acted when action still mattered. When James appeared, there was no relief in the meeting. Only recognition. West laid out the containment reality in plain terms: everyone who escaped the city is a carrier. The Plague traveled with them. The distinction between survivor and victim had already collapsed; the only question left was how long the dying would take to settle in.
West reached Red Bank and established a position before James arrived hours later. The exhaustion was visible but the eyes were sharp, carrying that particular calm that only comes from having acted when action still mattered. When James appeared, there was no relief in the meeting. Only recognition. West laid out the containment reality in plain terms: everyone who escaped the city is a carrier. The Plague traveled with them. The distinction between survivor and victim had already collapsed; the only question left was how long the dying would take to settle in.
Quiet Folk survivor who escaped DC before the sirens sounded
Lineage
Quiet Folk
Status
Living (carrier of Omni Plague exposure)
Role
Had a locker in a shared bugout chamber with James and others, suggest
Children
