User:Jerin

Fresh out of med school, Nixl was ready for his first days at the local St. Benedicts Hospital in Quarlesbank. No amount of higher learning could have prepared him for what was in store for him there. People coming in with limbs torn off, the wound a bright brown and festering with a strange disease. Bite wounds were rising at an epidemic rate. Yet the most puzzling were the multitudes of patients with impossible wounds: half the torso missing, 12 inch cubic diameter chest cavities, even those with half their skull missing. Impossible wounds, yet still able to walk and function--although to a limited degree.

Nothing could have prepared him for the horrors he faced as he watched the senior staff killed while operating on a patient. Killed by the patient that was declared dead as a doornail. The patient then proceeding to consume their corpses. Shortly after those half eaten corpses rose up with newly found fervor killing others, the cycle beginning anew.

Nixl hid in the observation room as he watched this unfold. Hid from the death and plague. Hid for a long time until finally he was rescued and escorted by military to Calvert Mall. There, under a new resolve, he chose to hide no longer. He picked up a gun and began his journey across the ruined landscape of Malton.

It has been a year later and Nixl had worked alone for the most part. He helped defend Caiger Mall, kept survivors alive in Boundwood, helped defend in Shearbank, then Roachtown, then Ridleybank. But after being brutally attacked numberous times by fellow survivors and generally frustrated at his inability to clear large hordes from vital buildings he realizes that making a significant difference was impossible by himself. He joins the RENEGADES in South Blythville in hopes that by working together in a team he can accomplish much...much more.