User:6 Pac

I've lost count of how many fucking days I've been marrooned inside this god forsaken quarrantine zone now. Three weeks into the initial outbreak of the infection, the SAS made the decision to send in four groups of elite soldiers. Name's 6 Pac, I lead the first group into the depths of Malton. The first stand we were forced to make was at Holsgrove Row Police Department where the true colours of a leader should be shown. Having led my military life by the Navy Seals phrase 'Who Dares; Wins', I refused to leave a single man behind, as we were over run by a vast horde that totalled well over 100. Perhaps 60 of these 'livingly challenged' were removed of their heads, but it simply wasn't enough as I was forced to watch almost every member of my squadron mauled to death. Equipped with an arsenal of weaponry, connections in the notorious organization known as The Sun Organization and an attitude that says 'Lead me, follow me, or get the fuck out of my way!' 6 Pac wants revenge on those Zombie motherfuckers, and in all honesty, when he's holding several shotguns/pistols and he's built like a crackhouse, are you going to argue with him?

Take a look at this hard ass mother and just try telling him what to do!

--6 Pac 13:58, 19 July 2006 (BST)