User:Yellow Audie
I have two alter-egos. Yes, I have two characters on UD. Confusing ain't it? Well-- that's just how addicted I am, 50 action points just isn't enough. But just call me Yellow Audie, just to ease the confusion. At least by a little bit.
Yellow Audie.
Sounds a bit too silly and random for a military callsign but that was what everyone called me back in my days of being a "carry-on luggage" grunt. I can't remember my battalion or regiment or even my platoon. Nobody would, after what I've been through.
I've been cut off for about more than a year now... decapitating or blowing up the puss-filled heads of Zeds and seeing many of my former buddies wanting to take a chunk out of my neck after having tear-jerking moments of witnessing their brutal deaths in the hands of the those rotten bastards. I can't say whether or not I live for "vengeance;" that would be quite an understatement, I think anyone that's alive in Malton had to see their own pals get their brains sucked out or they wouldn't be alive as of this moment.
Being a former medic in the Army is quite useful for the civilian world. That is.. the world of the zeds. I help out any survivor that isn't paranoid, maybe even hand out my own first aid kits time to time. However, my dreams of being a neurosurgeon went straight out the window after shooting off countless rotted brains. Realized I didn't have a taste for fixing them.
As of now, I'm pretty much just searching for a new place to camp time-to-time, whether it's sitting on top of police departments and being the lookout boy for the other blood-drenched, ragged survivors. Or simply going on a trigger run; all I need to do is walk a few blocks and i'll see 'em. They're everywhere for chrissakes.
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Logan Chester.
Born in Albuquerque, New Mexico and raised by a father who is a lifer officer in the Navy and a stay-at-home mother. Grew up playing little league baseball and "war" with his friends in the backyard of his homely residence. Unfortunately, his mother dies in an untimely and tragic car accident while Logan begins high school. Drops out within the 3rd year. To make matters worse, his father stays in Okinowa, Japan during his deployment and never returns.
Left to fend for himself, he lives in a group home and works at a local gas pump station for almost a year. Work becomes so repetitive that he decides to finally hit the books to earn his GED. While riding his bike back from work, he sees a Marine recruitment center pass by. The Marines was a godsend for a perpetually, uninspired bored young adult living in a city with no prospects other than being a used-car salesman. He signs on the dotted line without hesitation.
After boot camp, he is granted an "easy haul" of a job: helping local recruiters recruit by advertising in front of awed, adventure-seeking high school teenagers or being bored out of his mind as a sentry at desolated bases in every "asshole of the world." However, due to an overseas conflict-- he gets deployed within a moment's notice. Logan turns out to be a naturally-talented and adaptable Marine, serving with distinction and earning the Silver Star, a few Purple Hearts, a Distinguished Service Medal and various other decorations.
However he is left uneasy and weary by the long deployment, he ponders about leaving the service. By the time, his 4 years were up, he decides to end it and maybe go to college. But, as he turns back his uniform, he glances at the TV and sees the "newsflash of the millenium." There are reports of a major city overseas that is afflicted with an enigmatic virus and causing chaos to apocalyptic proportions. The stock footage of seeing a crowd of "zeds" storming the embassy gives him a sense of excitement and vindication. He re-enlists.
But the next day, instead of being deployed for Malton, he is visited by an odd, middle-aged man wearing a crisp and immaculate Hugo Boss suit and lugging around a leather-bound briefcase.
