User:Herb Dangerous
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Covered in bloodstains and carrying more equipment than seems humanly possible, this survivor certainly appears to live up to his name.
Character Biography
Before the zombie apocalypse, Herb had enrolled in the police academy, mostly because he was a wiseass who enjoyed shooting things, and sought a legal, profitable way to pursue these interests. Much to his dismay, it was nothing like the movies. He was seriously considering quitting the academy when the zombie outbreak occurred. Due to the large numbers of seasoned officers and rookies meeting their untimely ends at the hands of the zombie hordes, Herb and his fellow cadets were given uniforms, badges, and pistols, and tasked with serving and protecting the surviving citizens of Malton. On his first mission, he witnessed the brutal slayings of many of his fellow cadets, many of whom were completely unprepared to fight the zombie hordes. Fearing death, or even worse, becoming one of those shambling monsters, Herb locked himself inside the department's evidence room. Desparate for something that might help him to calm down and forget the horrors he had witnessed, he began to help himself to the contraband that surrounded him. At first, it only his heightened his paranoia, causing him to move nearly every object that wasn't bolted down against the door, forming a nearly impenetrable barricade. Unfortunately, this also kicked up a large amount of dust, which, along with the thick smoke already present in the poorly ventilated room, made the air nearly unbreathable. Exhausted and in severe respiratory distress, Herb passed out. Hours later, he awoke to the sounds of gunfire and the muffled screams of his fellow officers, who were being overwhelmed by ransacking zombies. He began to demolish his barricade, starting by moving a heavy, seemingly ancient filing cabinet back to the far wall of the room, but as the sounds of screams and gunshots were replaced by low, nearly inaudible groans, Herb knew that there was nobody left to save. Forgotten by man and zombie alike, Herb fell into despair once more. As hours passed, despair gave way to boredom, so Herb opened the file cabinet and began to peruse its contents. One large folder contained several 19th and early 20th century manuscripts which had once been the property of an infamously eccentric local doctor. Among these were the writings of Aleister Crowley, and an obscure Irish physician named W. B. O'Shaughnessy. Herb spent the next couple of days in a sort of catatonic stupor, too weak to do much besides read and smoke. Thirst, hunger, grief, and cannabinoids clouded his thoughts, until he could barely remember who he was... police officer, doctor, dope fiend? The boundaries of his ego weakened and finally dissolved. Eventually, his mouth dry and stomach rumbling, biological imperatives forced him to put aside this identity crisis, if only temporarily. He stood atop the cabinet and held his lighter up to the nearest sprinkler head in a desparate bid for drinkable water. Soon his thirst was more than quenched, but now he faced a new problem... he was soaked to the bone, and the evidence room was quickly flooding. Luckily, somewhat sobered by the cold shower, Herb realized that the ventilation ducts overhead were just large enough to squeeze his slippery, emaciated body through, so long as he left his uniform behind. After crawling for several yards, the thin sheet metal the ducts were made of began to creak and groan under his weight, and finally gave way, dumping him in the armory across the hallway. Something soft broke his fall, and to his horror, Herb realized that something was the partially eaten corpeses of his fallen comrades. He quickly fled the room, pausing only to pick up a loaded pistol and a flak jacket. As he continued to run, he swore to avenge the deaths he had witnessed, using whatever means necessary.
Notable Achievements
Herb shot a lab monkey, just to watch him burn.
Templates
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Member of The Kilt Store |
| Herb Dangerous has found true freedom at The Kilt Store, in Nichols Mall, and vows to keep the store open so we can provide the finest in customer service. |
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Survivor Security Zone |
| Herb Dangerous helps to protect the Survivor Security Zone. |
