User:Grido
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Backstory
He fell to the ground shot. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________
This was not the end for him for not long after he woke again to find a world of misery and chaos, and for some unknown reason he liked it.
He woke to find himself laying in a pool of his own blood with a pistol by his side, at first he could not move but then gradually he regained his senses and limited movement.
There wasn't much he could remember, he knew he was on a covert mission, but nothing more, there was noone there to tell him, noone there at all, none alive anyway, just a few bodies slumped in the corner with a bad smell coming from them like they'd been dead for weeks, blood had pooled around them on the floor. He couldn't move for shock of them.
Then one moved, well lurched, what was it doing? It seemed to be coming straight at him. Suddenly the sounds of gunfire broke out and whatever it was was dead. At least he hoped so.
The ones the saved him, The Safety Patrol, he's joined them now and he's gonna try to return the favour for what they've done for him. He's going to find out who he is and who shot him, if it's the last thing he does. For now though, just call him Grido.
27/06/06 - Grido feels he's getting closer to the truth, he recognises what the zombies are from some past memory, some forgotton truth, he helped this to happen, he realises this now. What's done is done but he feels he must do something to help, something worthwhile, he will travel malton for a while around malls and armorys seeking the zombies and what caused them, he'll find an answer - some way or other, no matter what it takes.
