Jamie

Before the viral apocalypse Jamie was a rather popular guy. Maybe too popular for his own good. He's dated many girls in his lifetime, many of them growing far more obsessed with him than normal. Girls around him seemed to become completely feral for his sake, fighting and brawling over him like their lives depended on it. But Jamie didn't care. It was the opposite for him, he enjoyed it. He dated up to ten girls at once one time, sometimes encouraging them to get together and fight over him, watching in glee whenever they would slap or scratch or even try to kill each other.

But then the virus hit. One girlfriend became twenty, and they tried to tear each other apart in a battle royale. The **** was a lot more than Jamie's usual encounters, with even him ending up injured as a result. He barely escaped the dimension before the apocalypse, not being there to witness the destruction around him.

Jamie walked out into what appeared to be Los Angeles, walking out as if nothing had happened. His perfect blonde hair, blue eyes, and shiny light skin looked like they were handcrafted by God, with not a single flaw in sight. His tall height almost made him like a beacon, a light that was impossible to look away from. Girls swooned on sight, his appearance alone being enough to make one fall in love.

Jamie had been through a lot before due to his looks. He used those looks to charm many girls at once, yet that only caused harm to both the girls and himself. Maybe he should slow it down a bit and only go out with one girl this time...

That was a thought he'd never consider.

Jamie was ready to knock the feet off some ladies, proud to see them fighting over him, with no idea he carried an odd strain of the virus himself.