La Histoire De Sir Vigeous
Vigeous is a name known through the Malton's murderous underground as a psychotic individual.
Vigeous's past is shrouded in mystery; how he found his way into Malton, and what he was doing before the Outbreak and subsequent Quarantine is still unknown. Preliminary investigations suggest that he has always been a 'hit man'; but only after the zombie outbreak did he become a serial killer.
While his past is shrouded, his time in Malton is not. Vigeous, in his early days, formed an organization of semi-vagrant hit men and serial killers called the RHA. During the RHA's time, the group became very notorious; eventually leading them into the larger society of serial killers: The PKA and The PKer Hub. After a time the RHA disbanded, by which point Vigeous was heavily involved in the politicking of the serial killer societies. For a time he ran on his own, attempting to form other organizations that never panned out. A monster by nature, Vigeous found that the serial killers he hunted with soon began to bore him, so he took up the task of hunting them with a group of 'Bounty Hunters' known as The Saints; even going so far as to become part of the groups leadership. Alas, this to began to take it's toll on the daemon until one day he left The Saints, and started wandering Malton. Eventually he disappeared completely.
Then, one cold winter night, he appeared in Dartside; amnesia overtaking the uncounted months, atrophy dominating his body. The poor fools let him in, not realizing the monstrosity of their actions...
Durer Observé
December 19th, 2009;
I'd figured the riddle; GPS coordinates. Without further delay I headed toward Rhodenbank in the North-East. I've been told that while the North of Malton is a no-mans-land, it was not always so. The NE quadrant was once the survivor stronghold of Malton; where life was almost normal.
But the place is a graveyard now. Just like the passing mentions of Caiger.
A strange thing occurred today; walking through the abandoned suburbs, an eerie feeling of deja vu started to take hold of me. As if a thought half-formed and long forgotten were attempting to resurrect itself from the past. I found I was in Edgecombe; but the name gave no new revelation. I've stopped in a building for the moment. Not the best place to be trapped.
I wonder if I'll make it in one piece...
December 15th, 2009;
I awoke in a fire station; upon talking with the locals it seems I was wandering in the blizzard the night before. At first they believed me to be one of the mindless undead, but after seeing me fall over in the snow rescued me. I am not sure as to how I came to be here, or where I had come from. Upon inspection of my few belongings I discovered two things: The first being that my name was Vigeous, and I.D being in my(?) wallet. The second was a plain playing card with a red heart with the symbol of an ace in it; the letters R.H.A in bold print on the back, like some kind of business card. Upon removing the card from the wallet, a piece of paper fell out; written on it was a simple message, "Eighty-Nine and Five, home is where the first was."
I'm leaving soon to investigate this strange meaning, where to I don't know...
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