User:Fagboy

Brief

Level: (33)

Current loccation: Richmond Hills (Tech buildings on the right)

Status: Very much alive.

I joined the US military because I needed the money to go to college. I thought the worst place on Earth they could send me would to the war in Iraq. I was wrong...

I arrived in Judgewood with a radio linking guidance from Super Holt 2. He's a year younger than me, so I questioned his knowledge of what was really going on. But then I figured, well, he's still alive, so he must be doing 'something' right. I was suppose to meet up with him at a little quiet suburb called Ridleybank. Things weren't gonna just be a walk through the park, though. I made my way to Yagoton, where I came into contact with high-spirited fellas who had set up a base in a church called the "Yagoton Revivification Clinic." These brave men had set up a place for zombies to return to "light side of the force". I was moved by their dedication and compassion so I joined up, and gained knowledge and understanding of the "zeds". I found myself interested in the way they thought, how "human" their mind was. I studied their instincts, their motivations, their ambitions. I felt like I was on the breakthrough of something big, when disaster struck...

The Minions of the Apocalypse. At the time, they were the biggest and crudest group of undead in the city. Though they couldn't verbally communicate, they all seemed to have an understanding of the tasks at hand. I later learned of possible human involvement with these creatures. That was never comfirmed, though. The Minions of the Apocalypse tore down the chapel of which we offered life and wrecked our labs. Several were lost, but not me. I stayed and fought. Eventually they moved on, but the damage had been done. Yagoton's glory days were over.

We had to keep going, though. Several survivors and I decided to try to rebuild the church. We wanted to bring life back to the church just like we had given life back to the hundreds of zombies before. We called ourselves "The Abandoned". Most believed the name came from the fact that we all came from an abandoned group, but in our hearts we had a deeper meaning for it. We were abandoned by our country. We knew now that there was no escape, and no way of survival in this area. But we figured, hey, why not take some undead back to the graves with us?

I got my lab back up and going. Growing up I had a big interest in Psychology, so it was only appropriate that I look into the minds of the undead. I captured one and hid him in a backroom of a nearby warehouse. I later found out he was a local of Malton before the attack, and because of his criminal background he had given himself the nickname "Skiminal". Apparently it was a play of words on his name or something. Skiminal was an interesting zed. He felt fear. When I came into the room he would back against the wall, letting his chains sink to the floor. I fed him parts of my fallen comrades. I tried to find a spark of memory within him. I decided the best way to approach him was pretending he was a baby I was trying to teach how to talk. Despite my months of effort, I got nothing more than a "Mmr?" out of him.

It was about this time when Caiger Mall got under seige from my former "friends" the Minions of the Apocalypse. I wanted to avenge the death of the clinic so I assembled a team of 8 friends to come with me to attack Caiger. Unfortunately, the day we arrived there the battle had just ended. I swear, I have the worst luck.

I had written this all in my diary. One day a rag-tag group of anti-heroes came by calling themselves the "Neon Knights." I was skeptical of them, but I had found it wise to make friends with any human you can find when you're in a life-and-death situation. One day after feeding Skim I went to my room to find my diary missing. I didn't have time for the panic to hit me, because instead a bullet hit me right in the back. Thank God for small favors and flak jackets. It was a member of the Neon Knights. They had found out about the experiments I had done on Skiminal, and considered the experiments I had done as horrific as the experiments done on the Jews at the Nazi Concentration camps. I tried explaining that I wanted to find a new way to deal with these zombies besides the traditional bullet, but they didn't listen. They destroyed the place. I escaped. How? I don't remember. The whole time it was gray. The only thing I remember is running for what seemed like an entire day, and eventually tripping on a culvert.

Yagoton had fallen once more, and I wasn't about to go back to that place. Just like Skiminal, I too felt fear. I wanted to cower in a corner and never leave. I had to keep going, though. The undead have no empathy.

I don't know how long I walked after that. According to my watch it was only nine hours, but I think my watch was lying. I ended up in a semi-empty mall called Tynte Mall. I thought it would be a safe refuge, despite it's worn-out appearance.

Richmond Hills was a bustling part of Malton. Was. Now it was just a giant ruin. I found refuge with a small group of new recruits inside of an abandoned Necrotech lab. I had nowhere to go, so I decided to call this place home. It was a bit shabby, but had a niceview of the once Malton City Zoo. More importantly, though, there were few zombies around. At the time, at least. I became a scavenger, running aruond the area finding supplies. One day in an attempt to escape from a zombie, I stumbled upon a factory

Malton is a 100 by 100 suburb Hell. They government says that the "outbreak" is contained, but the Devil's minions can never be contained.