User:Redclaybrewer/Blomkvist
I am Blomkvist. When the zombies first came, they broke down the barricade at my house and I was trapped under a pile of rubble. I watched helplessly as they killed and ate my wife and daughter. Then they killed me. Much to my surprise I stood up later that day, quite dead. My family was gone. After much time and soul-searching, I came to realize that the zombie was just another stage in our lives and I accepted whatever form I was in. As a human or zombie, I continued to scour Malton for my missing family. When I did find them, swaying in a cemetery, some trenchie came along and head-shot both of them. Each time they stood back up and asked for a revive, this trenchie laughed and head-shot them again and again. After many days, they gave up and did not rise again. But I did. Now I stalk through Malton, searching for the trenchcoaters, and eating them.
But after years of hunting I've come to realize that the zerg is a bigger problem than trenchcoaters. I'll hunt zergs...
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