User:Thwdude

Thwdude
Character Class	civilian
Character	firefighter
Current Level	20
Character profile	thwdude
Current Status	Alive
Number of Deaths	?
Favorite Weapon	fireaxe
Current Location	Shore Hills
Group	Freelance
Other Characters	JPLO, mancrab

Thwdude's Story

It was a late night in Owsleybank as I sat in the speeding firetruck with the sirens blarring. "Just another day on the job," I thought, boy was i wrong. We had received reports of multiple fires throught the city, and were on our way to put one of 'em out. We had left Scudamore Plaza Fire Station a couple of minutes ago and were on our way to Aloysius General Hospital to put out a fire there. Nobody knew what was going on in the city. Over the past few years this city had turned into a shithole, anybody who lived in Malton without protection was guarenteed to get robbed, mugged, raped, or killed. When we got to the hospital we could see people running out of the building, screaming (which wasn't unusual). We went inside to clear out any survivors. When we came across the morgue... we could here screaming inside and people banging on the door. I took out my fire axe and yelled out, "STEP AWAY FROM THE DOOR!" and started hacking away at it. When I broke the door down, one of the people inside lunged at me. I held him back as he tried to bite me and i looked into his eyes. There was something weird about them...like...they were lifeless. I kicked him away and looked inside. Everyone looked dead. Then i finally figured it out, they were zombies. I heard one of my partners screaming somewhere in the hospital. I rushed to where i heard the screams coming from and found him and everyone else...dead...and a group of zombies around the bodies. I turned to run..but saw a group behind me...I was surronded. I grasped my axe in my hands, ready to fight. I chopped and hacked my way to the exit. I got into the first car i saw and rushed home. I returned home to find my house broken into and my wife and children...dead...all in the livingroom. The adreniline running through my veins wouldn't allow me to be sad. I ran to my closet where I kept my handgun and hunting rifle, but they were gone. I turned around a saw a zombie standing right behind me. It was my neighbor's 23 year old kid. He was enrolled at the Malton community college and was home for the weekend. I didn't want to kill him since he was a good kid, but he was already dead. I swung at him with the axe and then his torso slid of the rest of his body...I had cut him clean in half. I rushed to the Willison building, which was a few blocks away from my home, and barracaded myself inside. From then on I've been seeking revenge on the zombies..for killing my friends...and my family.