User:Zombi PK/Sammi Scathe
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(fictional)...My full name is Samuel Houston. Named after an army base in Houston Texas.
While growing up in a small town in New York, I got the name Sammi Scathe from a highschool death metal band I joined called, "Death Rattle."
After barely graduating, I joined the service as Field Artillery.
In Iraq, I did three tours. Not seeing much real combat the first time, but some heavy action the second and third.
In an ambush, our Humvee was hit by an RPG, and I lay injured in the wreckage for two days.
Eventually I was rescued, treated, and sent back to the States.
I moved to San Jose, california, where I went back into the music business. Only this time, I was managing clubs, and seeing some real money.
The music business in California can be cut-throat, and dishonest I must admit. I did some things Im not real proud of. I met a man later on, who became my employer. (In this case, for safety reasons, we'll call him Vick)
"Vick" was into promotions for clubs, and owned some big clubs himself. His fundings were provided by drug sales, dog-fights, unlicensed boxing matches, and illegal weapons trades.
He knew of my military experience, and after working with him for a year or so, he offered me employment under him.
My job would be simple: He would give me a "target" (person), and he would give me information on these "targets". I would be given a couple days to scout out their area, find out where they hang out, who their friends are, etc. And when the time came, I would eliminate the "target".
I wasn't sure about doing it at first, but the money was too large to refuse.
I never asked questions. I never knew what my "target's" relationships were with Vick, and I never really cared. It felt like I was in the military again...
A year goes by.
Vick sends an associate to my apartment to off me.
Apparently, the police have been investigating some murders. They MIGHT have found my prints. And since I was in the military, my prints are on file...
I killed him, and fled California in a hurry.
"Vick" scoured the western states for me. Knowing if the police found me first, I might be useful to them in identifying "Vick" as a drug-lord.
In my travels I end up in Malton City. I am many steps ahead of Vick, and I planned to stay for a while.
Then...a strange thing happened there.
Some said it was a virus. Some said it was some kind of alien microbe that got released into our atmosphere off of some rock that flew down from space.
Whatever it was, it made the recently dead come back to life...
These reanimated bodies were considered dangerous, and we were made to stay indoors while the military made futile attempts to clean up a city in panic.
It got too out of control.
In fear of this foreign disease spreading, a martial law was placed on Malton.
We were walled in from the rest of the world. Quarantined. Complete lockdown. Left to fight by ourselves.
And that is how I got here...
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