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| SCSaria
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| Occupation:
| Military Private
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| Group Membership:
| Josephine's Generals
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| Status:
| Alive
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| Favorite Weapon:
| Shotgun
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| Goals:
| To thin off the zombie hordes and live through this mess.
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| Username:
| SCSaria
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| More details:
| Urban Dead profile
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 | Burn Her! She's a Witch!
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| This user is on a witch hunt and will burn any witch they find.
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| Military
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| This user is in the Military and is probably off trying to control the zombie outbreak.
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| Trigger Happy
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| This user has guns. Do not cross her.
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| Too Many Templates
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| This user puts way too many templates on their page.
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| No More Bananas
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| Just say no to that evil fruit
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| Female
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| This user is female.
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| I'm Spartacus
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| This user claims to be Spartacus.
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A lone silhouette of a woman sat on the top of a motel, looking out at the destroyed city of Malton. Using her binoculars, she could see a survivor being tore limb from limb by a pack of ravaging zombies - Zeds as they called them in Malton. The man's screams were muffled by the loud groaning noses emitting from the zombie's throats as they tore his limb from his body. She sighed, used to the gruesome sight. The survivor obviously thought just closing the doors would be enough, and setting up a generator to power the lights. The hospital that she usually took refuge at was just a building hop away. Her short brown hair had grown out to her shoulders in the months she had spent here in Malton. It was suppose to have been just a simple thing; shut down the scientists who were supposed to have been developing a super virus. That's what she had heard from her comrades - who were most likely in the ranks of the undead, stupid fellows - the day before going in. A week after, the dead started to rise, and all hell broke loose. She remembered shooting the first horde with her pistol, having no idea what was going on. Her military uniform was caked in dried blood from falling down, falling up, and bashing in the undead faces with a crowbar. But, she didn't need to worry about falling off the motel.
Because in Malton, Death is only temporary.
