User:Andrewzz
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Pre-Malton Home Suburb: West Boundwood.
Chinese Name: 鄭 國 川
A bit of Myself
I won't say much about myself except I am teenager who is Chinese. I don't really have a fulfilling life and that I also have a dark past. I don't know what I am really going do for the future that awaits me.
People who truly know more about me would've seen and describe me as having an overcast disposition or somewhat dark persona, but at situations, I will disregard them in consideration of other people's presence (Adding a sense of humor if needed). Beside that, I'm often labeled by those who know me better as ferocious, passionate and slightly anti-social. However, being misunderstood is common for me to be experiencing from other people's own faults. As I hate it when people think they know everything about me (When they obviously don't) and take this as permission to make a mockery of my character.
But I will admit that I am immature and have so much to understand. That I am flawed and make many mistakes. However I feel like if this time, I better sharpen up as much as possible before I become an adult for my own sake. It's a responsibility to and for me.
The Role of my Character in a Story: Bryonic Hero, A Complex Character...Basically an Asian who is rather unorthodox, with characteristic being darker than you'll expect in your hero. But nonetheless, a capable hero if you're willing to give the chance.
Pre-Early Outbreak: Andrewzz
NOTE: This is a brief summary about Andrewzz's past. This is still being worked on.
I used to be a high school student before the zombie outbreak and the quarantining of Malton. I attended Durston Walk School even though my family was big but wasn't elite. Not only that, but as the only Chinese student [I think] in Durston Walk School, I ended up having to face racism from the British students- Particularity the guys. Beside that, I remember that my family was a dysfunctional type and I was their black sheep. Life wasn't easy for me. One of the things about me is that I failed at Academic. So I wasn't good in school which is ironic isn't it? Ain't Asians supposed to be smart, at least in Math? However I do enjoy my English class and what was taught in it e.g Poetry, Creative story writing and more. I was also fond of the role called "Tragic Hero" (Later I found out that I more suited as a Bryonic Hero)
Other than that, things such as Visual Art and music was what I especially enjoyed during school. They have been my hobbies ever since I was a young boy. Beside those, I also practiced Chinese Martial Art or better yet, known as Wushu correctly. I can't tell you which style in Wushu I learnt for safety reasons. But I can tell you it was indeed artistic, but at the same time, not served as a "crowd pleaser". My Wushu was taught by an admirable and wise Master/Sifu. The Wushu he taught to me wasn't the unfortunate ones that's gotten watered down. It was still untainted. It may appear all flowery to the unknown but at least it wasn't diluted. Therefore it has it's use in self-defense. One of the things I prized in assisting my survivial within the zombified Malton.
During school, despite being bullied and that I was known as being hot-headed and brash [not stupid], I knew better than to start unnecessary troubles for my family. I'll admit I wasn't fully matured but my English teacher [She was a beautiful middle-aged lady of Italian and Dutch descent] praised me for being more mature than most others. Oh even though I enjoyed English class, my essay writing skills were rough and some of my writing grammar as well. However, before I was socially matured, I did used to get into school fights with those elite British students. Arnold was one of them.
Despite my poor academic performance (People judge me as a stupid trash just from that), I wasn't brainless. In fact, I met some people during the zombie outbreak who remarked me for my decisiveness. So that led me to understanding that saying somebody who is unintelligent was too broad and you had to be specific e.g academically unintelligent, illiterate, tactless and more. My English teacher also said that I managed to display wisdom for my age. However, I didn't gain those wisdom except through the hardship I've faced. And it seems like I am not freed from hardship with the ongoing death occurring in Malton after the quarantining. It was basically "survival of the fittest" unless you could get yourself accepted into a group.
Anyway, I was proud of my qualities. My Wushu master acknowledged my intense fighting spirit and motivation and told me that one day if I keep this up in my training, I will become a powerful martial artist. I couldn't help but feel touched by his compliment.
Of course, being the black sheep meant I didn't live such a lovely life. Before life in the quarantine zone, I wasn't dark or had an overcast disposition. But I wasn't happy either. I was angry and bitter. I often felt lonely and wondered how the hell am I going to make it through the end. Now back to the main point, being the black sheep I tend to get into trouble at school [And came late too] . However I suspected most of the troubles weren't all true. That merely they were probably at times, biased. My father was furious of the school fights he discovered I gotten into. No doubt that made our relationship worse. Not that we both hate each other but it's strained.
Continuing life as the black sheep, I ended up getting myself involved into a gang with a some friends. Oh yes, I did have friends. One of my best friend who died under my foolish leadership against the zombies and murderers was part of my street gang. Racism and social tension was common in West Boundwood. My street gang consisted mostly of friends who attended Durston Walk School and were shunned by others. Despite the few numbers, my gang wasn't a pushover. Due to my fighting prowess, people would refer me as the black dragon. Now before you go thinking I am a lowlife, my gang wasn't your stereotypical gang. My gang did not participate in any crime and its only interest involve protecting each other. In fact, I think "group" sounded more suitable instead of "gang" since we only stick together for the sake of defending each other. That is all. Nothing terrible about it. Plus, my group only fight if given no choice.
One day, my family and I decided that we'll go and visit our relatives from my father side of the family in China during Christmas Holiday. It was my first time going oversea and it was one of the best days of my life. I never thought I would feel affection. My cousin made me feel like I was a human individual. After that, it suddenly changed me until the the first outbreak occurred. After returning back to Malton, I had a more positive outlook in life and became a better student.
It all went so well. However until then, I got into another unavoidable school fight with Arnold. He was a dominant figure about my age who grudged me from the previous fights. About him, well he did boxing and thought he was invincible because he could throw some punches. He grudged me because I made sure he learnt to take some punches as well when he targeted me. Anyway, the fight was so intense that injuries were inevitable which got me into big trouble with my father. Another problem contributing to my future actions rejection from my crush in school [Made me feel like I wasn't a member of the human race]. And so, all that trouble put together I ended up running away from home after a heated argument between my father and me. Luckily my Wushu Master offered a place to stay in his dojo after some deal had to be made. I didn't attend school after recently when I ran away. But later on I managed to overcome the problem and attend school. I never heard much from my family.
Before the zombie outbreak, I used to be that young teenager who had a passion for Wushu and his hobbies. Hobbies like visual art and music. I was a good artist and received sincere compliments from my English teacher. But got mocked for being "sissy" by the guys in school. Still, I ignored them ever since I ran away from home. For music, I played the guitar and dizi [Chinese bamboo flute]. After running away, my maturity developed more and I was less rash. Able to be more assertive, which eventually refined me from being a brash to a resolute person.
I hoped that I could get a chance to perform on stage in school but I don't think that dream ever came to be realized. I loved Jazz music the most, with Blues and some others second. Although I did find Anime music appealing, I always stick to Jazz because I felt more secure about it in front of others. I remember before leaving my last survivor group in Williamsville, I would request/demand a member in the group to play some Jazz music on that old piano. It was a piano that Eddie Bullor stored in his famous Arm: The Bullor Arms. While he played some Jazz music, I would feel relaxed and meditate or daydream.
I never made up my mind properly as what do I want to be when I grow up. From times, I was fickle. Dreaming to be an Artist, Police Officer, Astronaut, Musician, Soldier, Novelist, Teacher, Politician to Doctor, and much more. What I did had in mind was that I wanted to go to Japan and live there. I would fantasize myself going to Japan as a student there and making my life there. I guess it got influenced from watching anime in my depressed days. Of course, I had to learn Japanese first. Learning Japanese wasn't a problem as it sounded fun. I was already able to speak English and my Chinese dialect (Teochew). However, I also wanted to first finish learning Chinese Mandarin. Many of the Japanese exchange students that came to my school had compliment how good my pronunciation was with Japanese [This was before I ran away]
Then when the zombie outbreak came into its first stage, I just couldn't believe my eyes. People were biting one another and there was plenty of gore to disgust my sight. Dead victims return back as zombies after being bitten to death. Seriously, what the hell is happening in this part of the world!? The infection just happened strangely at my school and slowly, students and teachers I once knew became like them, as zombies. It was a macabre experience to bear.
But I managed to stay composed from remembering the hardship I faced in life. And certainly, a bunch of walking dead ain't going to end my existence right here. Not until everyone was safe. Just to remind you, I never expect it but it seemed like if the black dragon was placed with the responsibility for the lives of a classroom of students. Despite managing to escort them to safety with the help of my gang, a fair amount ended up infected or dead under my guide. I felt very guilty [feeble too] about it and will always push it behind the back of my mind.
I knew it was my fault for their death, because I was expected to save them. I wondered if it was because I still wasn't strong enough. Another death that had impacted me was when one of the surviving students I teamed up with was the British boxer student. His name was Arnold. I remember that the leadership was shared between him and me. During that short moment in escaping the school, we learnt to respect each other and find friendship.
While everyone else that survived were climbing over the school front gate, Arnold and I were holding back the zombie horde within. It was daunting and frightening but I couldn't thank him enough for displaying such an iron will and being brave against the odds. His strength added with my agility made things seem a bit easier at least. Unfortunately, us two against a swarming horde of zombies proved to be exhausting so Arnold ended up bitten while using his strength to break their movement. It was from that that Arnold decided to stay behind and fend them off for me the last one to escape. I never thought the two of us could become friends in the end; He wore that proud smile despite his doom.
From that, it contribute to driving me to push beyond my limit ever since I was trapped in Malton. I told my gang to all split up once we escaped out of the school and reunite with their family. Reunite with them while getting to the evacuation area as soon as possible. I too did the same. Sadly I couldn't find any trace of my beloved English teacher.
I run as fast as I could to my family's home. Ever since I ran away from home, I never had seen them anymore. It felt so long even though it was quite recent that I ran away from home. My hopes had vanish of seeing them ever again. I couldn't find any trace of them too in my ex-home. It hard to handle that I had to cry. Why did they abandon me? I felt such anger and sorrow about it. But I manage to compose myself and conclude that they probably had no choice but quickly reach the evaluation area before it ends. Part of me knew they would be okay and that I should be brave and leave Malton. I used my mountain bike as a way of traveling. After those few days, nothing more but riots and zombie infection spreading. Basically just increased violence and death. The streets of West Boundwood was dangerous enough for me to have to plan and see how I will get to my Master's dojo safely. Unfortunately I came too late and the dojo was ravaged from rioters I assume. I felt so shocked and despaired. Will my Sifu be okay?
I had no choice but to continue forward and escape West Boundwood. The northern border was already closed and quarantined. Most of the evacuation area was at west, south or east of Malton mostly. However, each distance I took, the evacuation areas were slowly being closed and locked. Zombies were swarming the ransacked streets in West Boundwood and hostile gangs roamed with their melee weapons. It was too risky to just ride off ahead with my bike. I had to hide.
Until one day I was spotted by the zombies and had to flee, only to come across a hostile gang who pursued me with their bikes. With all of my willpower, I managed to cut off their trailing and escape. Only to have my bike's mechanism break from all of the intense steering for my life. I landed somewhere near my head and got knocked out in some area that looked like a wasteland. Only to wake up alive inside a building I remembered as, Train Row Police Department. It appeared somebody found me laying unconsciously on the ground bleeding and took me inside Train Row Police Department where my injuries could be treated.
Just to let you know, before I came into Williamsville, I ended up suffering amnesia. I think I received amnesia from the bike injuries after such a high landing.
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