This undead hunk of white trash, formerly known as James, spends his endless days roaming a small trailer park in the rural part of town. He got off from a late night of trucking goods around to come home to a trailer park full of raging, flesh hungry zombies. He killed some of my kin before was swarmed by his neighbors. Now he hangs out at a gas station, roaming the beer aisles, wishing he could crack open a cold one, one more time.
Chad here was minding his own business, stocking the shelves of a little super market on the edge of town when the world went downhill. With some of my friends flooding into the store by the dozen, he dropped the boxes of cereal in his hands and high tailed it out the emergency exit. No more than a block did he get before he was trapped in an alley between a Chinese restaurant and a veterinarians office. Chad’s attacker was a bit full from a business woman he snacked on just a moment ago, so he only nibbled on Chad a bit and left, leaving Chad to turn into one of us in a few hours after curling up in a ball in the Chinese restaurants dumpster, next to the skeleton of a cat.
Hello, My name is Tyler. Most commonly known as Tyler the Zombie. I like long walks on the beach, especially when it involves a meal. My favorite meal is the big intestines, not the brains you stereotypical bastards. I’m great with kids, both undead and soon to be. And I REALLY hate this guy named Survivor Sam; he goes around, re-killing my new friends when they’re just trying to make a second living in this man eat man world, that’s all. They didn’t hurt anybody, except his loved ones… and everyone else. Okay, fine, but that wasn’t there fault, blame the virus, not the zombie.