User:Dunatis2000

Poor schmuck who was caught on the way home from buying a cellphone only to be eaten by a zombie. After being revived he found himself back at the mall and upon returning home found no trace of his family until they attacked him as he wandered the streets. Next thing that he remembers is waking up in pain so that the slightest movement would cause him to ache. He made his way to an occupied building where he was patched up and could finally start to understand what was happening. Upon hearing that the Malls were well guarded he headed there unarmed amidst the zombies and being unable to fight he hid and watched. Eventually arming himself to the teeth, he started to attack the zombies who took his life twice and that of his family only to eventually gun down his loved ones himself. Then seeking shelter in the Tompson Mall he heard the stories of many refugees and stories of those who were brought back of their experiences while dead. He learnt of Necrotech from some employees, of the death cults, the zombie mobs acting in unison and started to see no real difference between how the humans and the zombies acted. He fled the mall to seek some solitude in an old school where upon some weeks of contemplation decided to take up the spray cans he had found and venture to the corner of the containment grid. There he would begin his journey of leaving his thoughts and stories upon the outsides of every building, cemetary, signpost or whatever else had space in the entire city. He was to leave the insides of the buildings alone as those would be under control of one faction or another and his message was for zombie and human alike. And so he ventured forth across this mini-world which he now saw was much like the one outside those walls keeping them in.