You Were The Child Of A Broken Home, Things Didn't Get Much Better From There Untill Just Lately...

When the Zombie Apocalypse happened, you were living in an apartment and holding down a 9-5 job for the first time in your life.

Your mother and father, they should never have married, at least, not each other, she was a 'new age' free-spirit type, he was a hard drinking violent bible belting biker... You're not sure what drew them together, but you know that you are the only reason your mother stayed as long as she did...

Eventually your fathers rage and drunken **** was too much and your mother took you and left. You were happy about it, but it turned out you had a taste for the sauce too. After you had a few drinks at a party in highschool you turned into just as bad an alcoholic as your father. That could have been where it ended for you, a two fisted drunk and bum, but then a man named Master Lue Kang entered the picture, he offered you a bottle of Everclear, free of charge, all you had to do was take it from his hand... You tried... He kicked your ass. He promised to let you try again in a week.

Fate had other ideas.

A woman named Sister Maria Wainscot found you passed out and halucinating on the steps of her church the next morning clutching a half empty fifth of some highly illegal street rotgut known as "Snakebite" which was basicaly cheep moonshine mixed with a low grade LSD. You'd bought it from some woman named 'Tiff' and her boyfriend 'Therion', who were selling their stash cheap to get cash to head north... You should have been dead, but Sister Maria saved you, got you sober, and found you a job and apartment.

The job you got was as a paid intern at a telemarketing firm's I.T. department, working with a woman called Dara Yu it was a hell of a commute but Dara was willing to pick you up so you didn't mind too much. She was super into FPS games in her off hours would go on about them endlessly during the drive, especially anything involving zombies. You'd be literally astounded if she hasn't survived this mess, as she also was a "doomsday prepper", once claimed to keep enough stockpiled ammunition at any given time to have "one shell or cartredge on hand for every citizen of the greater trans-montain north-west in each caliber that I own a firearm". Gods the job was boring, but at least it paid the bills and gave you the money to start doing a little 'prepping' yourself...

You didn't venture outside after you heard about the outbreak for two weeks, deciding to "bug-in" instead of "bug-out". This was wise, as the major rioting and attempts by the military to stem the undead tide were mostly over by then, and the streets were deserted except for the undead, who were surprisingly easy to avoid or out fight if you had a bicycle and a high quality arming sword... (You've since lost both, one to thieves and the other to a bad blow against a zombie with a metal plate in its skull shattering it.) However, you did end up getting bitten on your forearm by one of the zombies you encountered, and retreated to your apartment to await the inevitable...

Which never happened.

Somehow, you are immune to the contagion, you got a nasty fever from the bite but the contents of a bottle of Acetominophen the size of your head and around four gallons of cold Orange Juice took care of it just fine... (Aren't portable generators wonderful?)

One of your old hobo friends showed up while you were sick, picked the lock, and you caught him rifling your fridge. He was super apologetic, and you almost let him stay, but when he saw the bite, he tried to kill you, thinking you could turn any second. You fougt with him in the livingroom and ended up tossing him through the front window where he fell a story and a half onto the wrought iron fence you'd sharpened to points before you got bit. You disposed of the body and boarded up the window, then tried to make your peace with being a murderer, but you never quite managed it, not until you met Diane...

Anyway, after about a year you realized that you'd basically exhausted all the easily accessible food supplies in your tiny town and more and more zombies were showing up, so you packed up and headed out... You lived the hobo lifestyle again for a few months till you ran into this loony called Doctor Boricheynco. He'd been working on a freaking Vacine, and he figured the KEY was blood from natural resisters like you and Diane. So he lured you in with promises of food, shelter, and free electricity, then trapped you with robot guards and explosive collars!

Here's the weird thing, one night, Doctor Borichenyco just didn't wake up again in the morning, and instead of blowing all your heads off, the colars all just, fell off...

You finally cracked the password on his laptop a week later, checked his diary, and discovered the truth: as far as the good Doctor was concerned, the cure was ALL. Loosing his life was meaningless if it would lead to a cure, and he felt that the only hope of that happening lay with you and the other immune individuals he'd gathered. There were no explosives in the collars: he made you think that so you would stay, help, and not kill him, but he'd never risk killing any of you! The man was in the middle of his 89th year at the time of his ****, and he knew he was only one man banging his head against a problem that the whole of the CDC had failed to solve with the top minds in the world and all the resources of a fully active internet at their disposal. Yes, he was a genius, in his own eyes at least, but also a realist: he had little hope of achieving his goal on his own. What he truely had hoped for was to find an 'apprentice', as he put it: one among the immune with the strength of mind and will to take up the torch he lay at their feet and carry it onward twards the day a true cure could ultimately be found...

Most of the others left as soon as this news was revealed, but Diane has convinced you and four other people to stay. This compound is a good deal, sure its got a lot of bad memories, but you can work past that and make good memories. Here in Snoqualami you can start doing something really important, you can truly begin to REBUILD!