User:Oddlots Domon
Domon's Story
Just your "average joe" firefighter caught up in a zombie apocalypse. Of course, to make it worse, it was on the first day that the outbreak came.
The day had started simply enough, breakfast of flapjacks and maple syrup. If I had only known the horrors that awaited me that afternoon... I would have just stayed in bed.
The first calls came shortly after noon, shrieks of terror mostly. As usual the other members of the squad and I hurried to the scene... only to be too late. There was no fire though. Everyone was dead. Eddie began to investigate one of the bodies. There was no pulse. He called me over to have a look at the strange marks on the body. Bite marks on the neck and arms, a look of terror across the face.
We began to place the dead into body bags so that they could be taken to the morgue for further investigation. As we were loading the last one, we heard a scratching sound from inside one of the bags. Thinking that someone had merely made a mistake and put someone who was still alive into the bag, we opened it. The still dead eyes looked up at us, and it reached for us. The other bags began to move as well. Not knowing what we were up against, we ran. As we ran, we planned to run to various police stations, hospitals and firehouses to warn as many as we could. Of course, still being relatively new in town, I got lost.
Apparently the problem had spread much faster than I thought. I ran from building to building only to be attacked by people in varied states of decay. I finally made it to a relatively safe house and was invited in. They even offered me a bed and a hot meal. The one thing that spooked me, and still does, is the zombie that they have living with them... Decent fellow, pretty good at poker too, but I wish he would stop salivating when he looks at my head.
These people are the Oddlots Irregulars. They come from all walks of life, and in one guy's case, death, but our bond is built on the strangeness that we all exhibit. My given name lost all meaning when the outbreak came, so I took on the Oddlots surname, and the only name that still had any meaning to me. I am Domon, and I am an Oddlot.
Recent
Fighting at Caiger Mall. Bring some friends and some cheese... lots of cheese.
-old- I guess I am officially a Blackmore Bastard. I aided them at the Blackmore Building in Riddleybank, and died no less than 4 times keeping Zeds out while the others were rebuilding the cades. Though I am still an Oddlot, I guess I am a Bastard too.
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Blackmore Bastard |
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much rather be a Bastard than have 3 papas. 8/18/06 - 10/13/06 |
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Group(s)
Oddlots Irregulars The group I started with and would like to see more of.
Blackmore Bastard Brigade The crew I have been hanging out with while waiting for an Oddlot revival.
Thoughts and tactics
I have noticed that Generator killing has been something of a primary tactic by both zombies and human (I use the term loosely) jerks. Really, I don't see why they target it. If anything, they should use the generators as bait. Think about this for a second. You are a lone survivor looking for a place to rest for the night, running dangerously low on AP. Only one block away is a lit building. "HELLO COME STAY HERE" it seems to yell. As you step inside, you find that there are about a hundred zeds and you don't have the AP to run. Lunchtime for the zombies.
I personally don't plan to adopt the tactic but anyone with a functioning brain should be able to see the possibilities for zombies and PKers alike in setting up traps for gullible humans. Here's hoping that no one actually tries this... Malton is dangerous enough as it is.
