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Before or during the start of the infection: 23 year old Firetwig hefted his giggling son up and down into the air, ol' twiggy was happy, he had a beautiful wife and a gorgeous baby boy. life was going well, fully paid MFD Firefighter, wife was taking care of the house and the child, got his dream car 18, had a house, had plenty of cash to call upon if time needed. life was very good. Then, at the station, a 911 call came up and a lady screamed a gargled speech about her husband trying to eat her! Cops, medics and firefighters including Firetwig rushed there! They busted in the door to see the wife sitting with her throat ripped out on the floor and the killer with blood dripping down his mouth groan and rush to Firetwig! Firetwig punched at the..the..thing! But it kept coming! A police officer rushed to his aid and th thing promptly bit the cop! The cop cried out and clutched the bite wound, Firetwig took that moment to use the fireaxe he used to break the door in to break the things head in! It fell to the floor. He grabbed the dropped pistol from the MPD officer when the officer tryed to bite him! Firetwig stumbled back with the pistol leveled at the former cop. Soon he heard another groan come from outside! More former friends coming to eat him! Twiggy shot at them till he ran out of bullets. he threw the gun at his old buddy Frankie and ran to one of the old fire Engines. Cranking it up he made it go at speed faster then he did on the streets with his customized Camaro! Rushing home he found to his dismay, his son killed in bloody mess and no sign of his wife! Burying his son. He stepped into his Camaro and roared off! He parked in it in an old abandoned warehouse in between a fire department and other warehouse use to hang out with his racing buds and staggered up the stairs to see about getting some sleep...
Early days of Firetwig's life in the infection: A cold brisk day. Torched and ruined buildings filled the view. In a dark alley between a ransacked fire department and warehouse, a young man smoked a cigarette. The smoke filled the air around him. He inhaled deeply then snubbed it out. He wore a tattered firefighter's jacket, blue jeans, T-shirt, and steel-toed boots. His armaments were a small Glock, and a Ranger 120 which hung from a strap on his back. In a his belt a much used and abused fireaxe. He held in his hand a wrinkled and slightly blood-flecked picture of a young blonde/brunette woman laughing and holding up a young 18 month old child. You can see the man start to shake as tears poured from his eyes. His name was...lost but most called him Firetwig, the few that are left anyway. A groaning made him dry up his tears and tuck away the photo. A tattered zombie was approaching him from down the alley, it came groaning to him, Firetwig hefted his axe and charged to the zed, roaring a battle-cry inherent from his Scottish warrior ancestry and hacked off the outstretching hands in one stroke. The zombie was still alive and dangerous though, it roared in anger and headbutted him down and started to bite at Firetwig. Firetwig barely pulled the handle of his axe in time to block the bite. Pulling the pistol out in one hand and holding the zombie back with the other, he unloaded it at the zombie, purely by luck, the last shot blew the zed's head clean off. Rolling the zed off of him, he stood and took a deep breath to calm his nerves. Reloading his pistol and wiping his axe with a bandanna from his jacket pocket; He lit another cig and walked inside the warehouse passing his armored Camaro. Going up the stairs; he entered a small room with a fueled but off genny and some candy bars strewn about. A small cot was pushed against a wall, leaning close to the door stood a old vending machine. Pushing the vending machine agaist the door; Firetwig crawled into the cot and tryed to sleep. He never slept anymore. But then again, how could he? What with the infestation and his son killed, and the knowledge that somewhere, his wife roamed the streets as a zombie...
Further into the apocalypses, 9In which Firetwig finds the Fortress) : Firetwig must have gotten some sleep for he reopened his eyes to see sunlight glare through the window. Rolling out of bed and picking up the bottle of Jack Daniels that lay close by; He took a swig and placed it in the pocket of his Firefighter's jacket he had just put back on. He went about getting his armaments. His Glock was always with him nice and snug at his waist and the Ranger 120 shotgun was strapped across his back. He hefted his fire-axe and swung it into his belt loop. Pushing the vendor machine out of the way of the door, he left the room and walked down the stairs to where his armored Camaro sat. Topping off the tank with one of the fuel cans he kept close, he stuffed another fuel can in the trunk and pushed his cooler full of food and drink in the passenger seat. Opening the garage, he looked all about for signs of zeds...there weren't any that he could see so he walked back to his Camaro and started the engine. VROOM! The walls shook from the steady rumble of his ride. His Camaro wasn't actually street legal but who gives a shit? Were in a zombie apocalypse...He roared on to the streets, he got out real quickly and shut the garage door then ran back to his Camaro...He was sad that he had lost his family but he still had the only thing in life he felt like living for...His car. He raced down the streets mowing over the occasional zed which shambled in front of him... As he thundered down the streets he passed a large billboard with the words "Join the Fortress and help push back the zombie horde! Stay Vigilant!" He grasped his E-Brake and slammed a U-turn, driving back to the billboards and the words. As he read them again he noticed more spray paint to faded to see while racing through abandoned streets. It told him to contact Jensonson for more info and gave him directions to a building in which he may find other Fortress. As Firetwig followed the directions, it took him to a old school... Parking the Camaro in front of the building and pulling the steering wheel out of it, he peered at the barricades, they were to extreme for him to bypass so ducking into the nearby church he climbed to the steeple and jumped onto the roof of the school house and lowered himself into one of the windows... As his eyes accustomed to the darkness he saw shapes approaching, raising his axe he prepared to fight! But the shapes stopped and from what looked like the first shape came a deep voice. "Son, you better put that toy down and explain why your here..." Firetwig lowered his axe a little and spoke, "Who are you? Are you Jensonson?" The man spoke again, "Ha, hell no son, the names Hogan, call me HH or if your planning on joining the Fortress, 'Sarge'" Firetwig lowered his axe further and told the man...HH or whatever his name was that he indeed intended to join the Fortress if it were as the spray told him, but first could he talk to 'Jensonson'? "I don't see why not, Jenson! Could ya come here please! A young possible recruit would like to speak with you!" The man, HH, hollered. Soon a man with a smile appeared, dark haired and dark eyed. He spoke to Firetwig: 'So you believe that your Fortress material? Well guess what, you...ARE! Everyone is welcome in the Fortress. Just either fight the zombie horde, help Malton survivors and be a good team player!" Firetwig reviewed what the man said in his head... He pulls out the photo of the woman mentioned above, his wife and stares at it... Then stuffing it back in his leather jacket he says in a rough tone, "What about reviving? You revive the... Zombies too right? I can get my...friend back?" Jensonson spoke in a kind voice, "Of course, if we see your friend, she will be returned to you and the living. Now if you want to stay with us then speak with the 'Sarge" here, he can tell ya everything ya need to know!" Jensonson strode out the the room. "Sergent HH" Watched Jensonson leave the room then glances back at Firetwig. "Well its getting late, how bout letting me find you a place to park your car, though you will find little use of it here." "The Camaro goes with me everywhere! Its all I have left Dammit!" "Ok, Ok, no need to get testy' HH said to the man in a calm voice, Firetwig, following HHs directions pulled the Camaro into a fenced in area behind the school. 'Ok, HH spoke, now go to the cafeteria and get a snack, then go to classroom B-1 for a bunk for tonite, well do more tomorrow." 'Firetwig skipped the cafeteria and strode straight to the room. Inside he saw an array of guns and and bags as well as some cots, beds ands sleeping bags, their were a few guys in there as well. They all looked up and said hi. Firetwig nodded hi back and laid down on one of the cots with nothing on it.
My Former Fortress Team and My Operation badges
Team Anaconda
Rank: Conflict Trooper
Shackleville Defense
Fortress 4 Staff (my former team) and BC pushed back the hordes of zombie scum which plagued Shackleville.
OP 4tress United
The 5 battle teams of The Fortress united for an operation lasting 35 days. Engaging allies The Fortress moved through 12 suburbs and was instrumental in 9 mall recoveries. On average the united teams recovered a suburb every 3 days.
Chainkill 08
All the members of the Fortress made sure a a zombie was killed every hour when Nichols was sieged by over 200 zombies.
OP Heritage
June/July 08 “Anaconda worked with Battlehawk to retake Quarlesbank & The Pitman Mansion."
OP Picnic Basket
July 08 “Anaconda and Battlehawk brought a basket of goodies to the NW and rescued Caiger."
OP Starvin Marven
July 08 "Joint Op with Battlehawk to defend Marven Mall against the MoB."
