User:Leon Burdy
Leon Burdy - The French Resistance in Quarlesbank
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Leon after finding his shades
Coming to Malton
Leon Burdy was a soldier with the Canadian Royal 22nd Regiment (The ?VanDoos?) on a training exercise with the 82nd Airborne Regiment in the United States. When the zombie infestation in Malton began, the Canadian military offered to send in the Van Doos with the American 82nd Airborne to assist in the evacuation of the city.
In the chaos that ensued, Leon was separated from his regiment and inexplicably found himself lost and without weapons roaming the empty, desolate streets of Malton. Like the assorted survivors he encountered, Leon scavenged for what tools he could find to survive. In time he found weapons, armour and a smashing looking set of John Lennon-style mirrored shades.
Leon befriended a teenage girl, Mathilda, and the two survived together in Penny Heights for a time. He taught her how to kill zombies, and she taught him how to tone down his outrageous French-Canadian accent. But, one night, the zombies broke into the apartment building they?d staked out as their own and carried Mathilda away. He never saw her again.
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Leon and Mathilda before the Penny Heights separation
Man on a Mission
Despondent, Leon sought to eradicate the source of the zombie menace. He?d heard rumours of a place called ?Pitman Mansion? and pieced together its location from reports of fellow survivors. For weeks he traveled across Malton, heading west until he reached South Blythville, then north, stopping to help in the defence of Caigre Mall before he arrived in Quarelsbank. To his great disappointment, none of the shops in the Caigre Mall food court served Poutine.
In his travels he saw as many atrocities inflicted upon man by men as by the zombies. He let the word be known that he?d gun down the killers of the most innocent ? women and children- in exchange for a glass of milk. With power out in most of the city he?d just about kill for a cold glass of milk. After all, it did the body good. But his motto spread and many a zombie fell hearing the words: 'no women, no kids, them's the rules.'
By the time he reached Quarelsbank he?d developed a burning resolve for justice and a hatred of the zombies as well as a raging case of heat rash. Being zombified once didn?t help things any; the other zombies made fun of his French Canadian accent and didn?t let him join in zombie games like Intestine-Lasso or Bobbing for Tonsils. At least, that?s how he remembers it in his zombified state.
The Pitman Pitbulls
In Quarelsbank he found the Pitman Mansion and moved in with the other survivors squatting inside. It satisfied him that he lived and claimed as home the source of the zombie outbreak, that man claimed domain over the source of all the evil in Malton once again. They were a tenacious lot, so Leon coined the nick-name Pitman Pitbulls, but only after his first choice of ?An ensemble of militant room-mates willing to stand up against the zombie rent increase? was found to be too long and indecipherable through his accent.
It was not long before the zombies attacked to regain their birthplace. Zombie Lord Pitman himself made an appearance. Leon turned a corner in the mansion and stood face to face with the evil lord, and, with the greatest of satisfaction, shot the evil deity dead in John Woo style of blazing .44 magnums. Holstering his cold steel, Leon unholstered his gun and pissed in the gaping mouth of the prostrate evil lord as he hissed beneath his breath, ?For Mathilda.?
Possession of the mansion has changed hands back and forth in the weeks since. But, Leon remains resolved to make it his home along with the rabble of Pitman Pitbulls who share their love of the place. It has no strategic value, holds no resources, and is rather drafty, but it?s a symbol of man?s dominance over the zombie horde. Leon will remain, hoping that the beacon of humanity in the north of Malton may draw other survivors to join the Pitman Pitbulls in their stand. And perhaps, one day, Mathilda will be among them.
