NOTE:I am accepting OCs until chapter 4.. And yes, there will be more than four people, as I would not like to pick favorites. Any less than four, and I shall fill it in with mentioned/
already in-game characters.

3 WEEKS AFTER FIRST INFECTION

I had been running ever since the 1st week. The 'infection' they speak of is simply a zombie apocalypse.
Why it is considered an infection I have no idea. Maybe they want to make it seem curable. Right, if it was curable, why are we in this mess?

I tried to remain calm. I was in a sedan, on a traffic covered bridge.I quickly looked in the mirror.
In it, I saw zombies heading towards the bridge, at a slow pace.I refrained from honking my horn, as that would make things worse. I then looked at myself in the mirror. A young man in a ragged suit,
worn from all the narrow escapes. His name is Marlix Verulan, not sure wether or not he would survive every night. I looked out of the mirror, and saw that the zombies were getting onto the bridge. I then noticed something: noone was driving the vehicles in front of me. They were long abandoned.I decided to make a dash across the bridge.

As I ran, several car doors cracked open, revealing the blood-caked undead. It was an elaborate trap,
set up by dim-witted undead. I managed to dodge most of them, until one knocked me to the ground, and bit me. I pushed it off, then ran, waiting for the inevitable turning into a zombie.

That was 2 months ago.

Now, I am sitting in a boat, just off the mainland. The driver, the first human I had met, decided to take me to CEDAs outpost on the mississippi. As it turns out, I am somehow immune to the disease.

The driver then told me,"Dammit son, Virgil's out of gas. Were going to need to stop here and refill."

I looked, and the area we were at was a small swamp."But, there is no gas station for miles." I said to Virgil. He pointed at a sign that said"Bellhop Gas Station-East" I simply facepalmed, and said,"Alright. But what will I fight with?"

Virgil replied,"I have a gun bag, with flares you can signal me with. Here, take it." He said, tossing me the gun bag.

I set it aside, sighed, and got off the boat. Virgil had already driven off, right before I realized I forgot the gun bag.