User:Maddevo
Maddevon2222 was one a very happy teenager. Currently 14, he is living a hard life, killing zombies and PKers with a group called The Renegades. Before all of this, he lived in a small town near Malton. His parents decided to go to Malton for the great malls located there. But, while they were shopping, zombies just came from out of no where and started killing everyone in sight. He was in a different shop than his parents, looking at comics when he saw one of the zombies eat someone and turn them into a zombie. Scared to death, he hid in the boys bathroom and locked the door. 2 hours later, the screaming, yelling and gunshots, vanished. He opened the door and walked out to see a bunch of dead bodies lying on the floor. No one in the mall servived. Not even his parents. Only him. All but one zombie had evacuated the building in search for more food. The last zombie saw him and walked towards him. He backed away slowly and kicked something behind him. He turned around and saw a pistol on the ground. Already a good aim with pistols, he picked it up and aimed. "Fuck you, you bastard!" He yelled out before he fired. Later that same hour, he came accross a Television located in a resturaunt. It was the news. It said: "There seems to be some bazzar incidents occuring in almost every part of Malton. The dead appear to come back to life and eat the living. NecroTech apployeys say that they have the technology to revive zombies who were originally human. But the zombies born in that condition are not safely currable. Many people have been fighting off these things for hours. The first sightings of the zombies took place about 12 hours ago. Now they are begining to flood the streets. We have also received news that the military has issued an emergency evac of as many civilians as possible. This evac will last untill the fences along Malton have been set up. Oh, my god! One of the zombies have broken into the news room. Shit!" Gunfires were heard soon afterwards and then the reception was cut off.- I soon searched the building for anything I could use. I found a clip for my pistol in the gunshop along with a flak jacket and some FIRE ARMS TRAINING FOR DUMMIES books. In the stereo department I found an MP3 Player and good quality headphones from KOSS along with batteries. I continued to search the building for stuff 'till I saw a body rise up. But the body was not the living. It was the dead. I dropped my stuff and shot it with my pistol. It dropped automatically. I walked up to it. There was backpack on its back. "Doesn't look like you'll be neading this anymore." I took the backpack, emptied it and shoved all of my stuff into it. Then, the lights went out. The power was cut. There was still enough light outside to see. I picked up my pack and put the pistol in a holster I found. I ran outside and to the nearest building I could find that was barricaded and hid inside it for a few days. I was 12 then. Almost two years since the zombie attack. I chose not to evacuate the city. The zombies killed my parents. I couldn't let that slide. With the memorys of the sounds, yells, screams, shouts, moans, grunts, gunfire, bonecracking, bloodspilling, then absolute silence. Consider it unfinished buisness. Or a grudge. I'll never stop fighting as long as I live.
Joined Group:The Renegades
Born:Town close to Malton-
Died: a few times.-
