Message #16416

[TRHeadshot]

   Carter Gison, at this very moment, is quite happy to be alive. In fact, he's so damn happy, that he actually enjoys the Zombacalypse. But... It wasn't always this way. Before the event, he was living the simple life. You see, Carter used to work for the military as a sniper for the Marines. Eventually, due to his excellent marksmanship, a promotion was in order. He was called upon to lead The Fangs. An elite group of highly trained specialists. You didn't join the Fangs... You had to prove yourself. Once all of the **** hit the fan, The Fangs decided to stick together, and to survive in this new hellhole.
 
 Over time, running The Fangs (Now known as Fenrir's Fangs) became a burden. Seeing brave men and women die under his leadership took a toll on his abilities. Soon thereafter, he was forced to leave the burgeoning clan to fend for itself.

   But one day, Carter decided he couldn't live with himself and his previous actions. So, he decided to return to his home, whatever the cost. Asking around within the safety of Nastya's, he was quickly rewarded with heartwarming knowledge.

   "Yeah, I've heard about em', leader's name is Flynn.. They've set up a bar out in Death Row. Not worth yer' time, goin' out there's suicide."

   Well, now that you know my story, let's get back to buisness.

   The stifled moans of infected call out around me, as I sprint, unfaltering, towards my destination. *Crack* I laugh as I relieve a nearby Long Arm of it's head. With my Dragonuv now securely on my back and my trusty Colt 1911 Fang in my holster, I un-sheath my Amputator. Waiting for the perfect moment to strike.... The LA spreads it's arms wide, the Hug-O'-Death I've nicknamed it.
 
   "Well Anal Beads Mr. Zed! Surprise!" I call out merrily, driving the cool steel of my blade directly through it's sternum and bringing it up through the poor bastards head. I kick the thing in the chest, removing my blade.

   "Hey guys! Guess who?" I eagerly approach the door, hammering away. "Let me in! It's TR, you know, Carter Gison!" I bang away some more, "Sean! I know you can hear me, stop screwing around!"