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This story is not fictional, any resemblance to people in real life is not coincidental, so kiss my ass dickhead!
Hey, my name's Brad. I was born in Virginia in 1991, moved to Minnesota the same year. For the first 14 years of my life I was going along pretty good, till about 15...when I stared losing my mind. I became obsessed with guns and honed my skills with them. I became a highly skilled hunter, and bought a 12-gauge pump-action shotgun for when I am duck hunting. Late in the year I stared having weird dreams. Dreams of terrible things...of abominations. People walking the streets of the city...not alive, nor truly dead. A living Hell...
That's when the infection started...
No one knows what spread it. Some say it was a disease, some say a genetic mutation, some even say an act of God. I watched in horror, as all of my family were...eaten...I saw their bodies...their guts ripped out, their throats torn out of their severed heads. I went into the basement and grabbed my 12-gauge, and grabbed two boxes of shells, and I went on a rampage. I cleared all of my block of these creatures. I then got in my mom's car and drove down to the sporting goods store, running over as many of them as I could, until I got there. In there I grabbed two of the best pistols I could find, two Colt 1911 A1's, and I grabbed a semi-automatic rifle, and a semi-automatic 12-gauge shotgun for good measure, and grabbed as much ammo as I could find. I loaded about three shopping carts full of stuff into the car and prepared. I slept lightly that night, sitting in my room, contemplating what I was going to do, what my plan was. I was going to have to clear out the whole town if I really wanted to survive. When Dawn came, I was ready. I reloaded my weapons and got in the car. Over the course of three days I cleared out my entire town of them. I had eliminated every creature within a six mile radius, and I then relaxed. I got as many supplies as I could find, and decided to wait and see if anybody would come to look for me.
Months passed, until finally a Hummer came barreling past the roadblocks I had fashioned out of other cars and various other things. They told me that they had established a safe haven in the city, and asked if I wanted to come. I of course said yes. They asked me if I was the one who cleared this whole town, to which I responded "Yes, all by myself sir". He said, "You know they are hiring people to hunt them now, you might find yourself in a new line of work..".
They took me to the city and led me to a tall skyscraper. He said that I could apply in the basement for the job, so I went. Down in the basement was a man, he called himself Murdoc Nicalls. I had a wierd feeling that I had heard the name before, but soon passed it off. "So I heard you want to be a zombie hunter eh?" he said, looking at me, probably thinking 'how old is this kid?'. "Yeah" I said. He responded Sternly, "You know the risks of this job are pretty high right?", "Of course I do, why else would I be here?" I said. "Well, there's a job that needs to be done in the nearby town of Forest Lake. A group of survivors are there and they are begging for assistance. I don't think they can hold out much longer, do you want to take it?" he asked. "Yeah, sounds good" I said, looking right into his eyes. They were strange, one was different from the other, it was a deep shade of red. "Okay," he said, "We will supply you with both transportation and a team of other hunters. Good luck, your gonna need it" he said with a chuckle. I looked right at him and said, "Honestly, I don't need luck sir..", "Well, we'll find out if your courageous, or just plain stupid tommorrow. Your sleeping quarters are up on the 14th floor. We keep them up there in case the zombies should be able to break through the entrance, so we can get enough time to arm ourselves." He said, giving me a keycard. "This is your card key, it can be used to access the elevator that will take you up to your quarters. This is how it works, each hunter group has it's own floor, from floor 10 to floor 20. This is so the groups don't run into each other all the time, and so there is more room for them to set up headquarters. Now go get some sleep, your gonna need it. You can also go up and meet the crew your gonna be working with." He said, waving me off.