User:Sparrisen

Sparrisen (Rzbzarrarrzrzhan in Zombish, his preffered language) was a normal teenage boy living in the suburb of Yagoton. Before the infection spread to Yagoton they were recommended to evacuate because, supposedly, anyone who gets killed by a 'zambah' turns to one himself.

When the first zombies were sighted in the suburb he fought together with the survivors but as the zombies only grew in number and the survivors declined he was struck by a thhought: what's so bad about being a zombie, really? Some of them are even (slightly) organised. It was like a revelation, they're like us, fighting for food, for survival. After this moment Sparrisen fought no more. He threw his weapon, a mighty old newspaper which had served him well, aside as the next zombie fixed its eyes on him.

It grabbed hold of his neck, drilled it's teeth into the delicate skin and tossed him away, taking on another survivor. Sparrisen felt the cold embrace as he lay there in the grass, seeing how his family and friends of old got slaughtered and feasted upon. He didn't react anymore. Not even when a zombie picked him up, its eyes rolling backwards as it tried to gnaw its way into his brain. He was totally calm. He could feel the plague, the infection. And he welcomed it with a smile.

He had won a mental victory over himself. Now he understood, now he knew. These were his kin.

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To date Rzbzarrarrzrzhan has taken part of the Mall Tours, heroically breaking into Nichols and Caiger Malls, among others, with his beloved zambah brothers, slaying many harmanz. As of now, he preaches about the zambah cause over all of Malton with the help of claw and teeth. Unfortunately, harmanz are very... attached to their brains and usually greet Rzbzarrarrzrzhan with gunshots to the head :(