My Story:
Before the quarantine, I was somewhat of an adrenaline junky. I was with the military for a while, taking on the most dangerous missions, having a good time while doing it. But it wasn't enough. I soon started taking on more than a squad could handle. Loving every minute of my work, I decided to make it my main form of living. I decided to get paid for taking on missions no one else would.
While doing that the perks were top notch. I got to drive any vehicle I wanted. I went through the vehicles like people go through napkins. Destroying buildings was like an everyday thing for me. Many people hated what I did, but then didn't think twice when they needed something dangerous as hell done. If they had the money I was there for them.
I started taking everything I could do to the extreme. While driving a motorcycle I would do tricks. While Driving a car I would be as reckless as possible. If someone who needed to be killed was in a building, I would bring the building down around them. If the enemy was out in the open I would use the biggest gun I could find on him. Statues, walls, gas stations, everything became a target. If there was a fort and I was to get rid of everyone inside of it, I brought the whole thing down. From the guard towers to the walls to the buildings, it all was gone by the time I was walking out.
Then all that was on the news was the quarantine and all of the images coming out of the place. It took me time not to stop caring about being paid and just indulge in the pure energy that would come from battling zombies. I eventually contacted a General in charge of the quarantine and upon a strenuous agreement of me being given the same treatments the citizens were given before the quarantine to ensure I had the same symptoms as them I could get airlifted into the city. After basically being given a dozen shots and a day to rest I was allowed in.
After quickly realizing what was happening and seeing that those who stayed together survived longer, I quickly joined up with the Crew Avenue Police Department. It was all and good and one of my newly formed friends became acting captain. I had a hell of a run but eventually I couldn't take the life of a green zone anymore and Sid told me about his cousin, Kempy, and the DSS.
The DSS is a high adrenaline ass kicking machine. We run head first into a red zone and foil any attempt the zeds have at keeping a zone red. We have proven that we can do what we set our minds to when it comes to kicking zed ass. Operation Sting Like A Bee was the first operation I was part of.
We went into Havercroft mid siege packed full of needles and a goal of 100 revives in a week. We did it, by the last day we had 107. We just keep up the awesomeness and plan on many other operations to fix what is broken.
