"A true outlaw finds the balance between the passion in his heart and the reason in his mind. The outcome is the balance of might and right."
Patrick's Story:
I was just a normal guy before the outbreak. I had a life, a family, a loving wife, and a new born son. And my Harley. Boy did I love my Harley. I treated it almost as good as my wife and son. I would ride with my dad and our friends.
That's when some trouble hit. Eventually we were forced into the criminal world. We eventually started selling guns and killing people. We never sold drugs since we wanted to keep our town clean, well except for us.
When the outbreak happened, we took to the streets. Defending most, luring the zombies in circles, killing zombies when they came too close. We kept our town as safe as possible. It was tough though when we had to kill someone we knew before they had changed.
It got harder once our own started to die. We started having to kill our own brothers. The day after our sixth brother died was the last day we left our homes. We decided our families needed us at our houses and that it'd be best if we stayed indoors. We had been living as normal as possible since that day. Having bridges between houses and only leaving to find some form of food.
Then a nomad came by our town looking for shelter and food before he went on his way. It was no place for us to deny a man safety in this time, especially since he had a boy with him. We accepted them into our house and brought him some food. We then asked if either had been bit, you know how that is everyone's concern now, and they denied being bit.
It turns out the boy was bit. He hid it from us and then ended up changing. I grabbed my gun and shot the boy. The man freaked out and put a gun to my wife and ranted about how I killed his son. I tried telling him that I didn't kill his son, that his son died from the infection. He didn't want to listen to me and shot my wife and then me. The bullet hit me in the shoulder and I went into shock.
He grabbed me and dragged me over to my son. He told me that I shouldn't worry because I was going to heaven now. He also told me that my son would have a real father now. He hit me with the butt of his gun and I went unconscious. When I woke up my son was gone and I had no clue how long I had been unconscious.
