(I laughed at the reference to the AV boomer, that guy never showed.)<br/><br/><br/>Name: Nikolai Svenic<br/>Age: 32<br/>Sex/Species: Russian male<br/>Appearance: Black shaved head, Steel blue eyes, Clean shaven face, average muscled build. Gray longsleeved shirt w/ gray vest, Green cargo pants, Black boots.<br/>Vore: Prey<br/>Weapon: Sharps M1878 w/ scope, Machete.<br/>Survivor bio: Nikolai was a security guard at a wild west esque saloon when the infection hit, and grabbed the nearest weapon he could find, a replica Sharps rifle made for modern ammunition. He left the town and jumped into his pick up truck, grabbing his trusty machete before driving off into the desert. He's killed hundreds of zombies over the years, and has a particular feeling of joy for hunting Tanks, the big game of zombies. When he reached the city, he was hit over the head by something and passed out. When the story begins, he awakens atop the roof of a two story building<br/><br/><br/>Name: Shamus Mcfinnigan<br/>Infected: Charger<br/>Age pre infection: 53<br/>Sex/Species: Irish male<br/>Appearance: Average charger physique, with the smaller arm unmutated, instead of the usual tiny hand. Brown tweed cap, Tattered green Notre Dame shirt, Black jeans, Soccer cleats.<br/>Vore: Both, leaning towards the prey side. Will do oral and hard if needed.<br/>Infected bio: Shamus was the average middle aged Irish man, a casual drunken giant with a fiery attitude. He was drinking with his buddies in a pub when the infection hit, and when they broke in, his chaps and him showed them some respect. When the battle was done, Shamus had been bitten, one of his friends was dead, and thirty infected lay dead on the floor. Shamus opted to stay behind, and sat in the pub waiting for the end. Strangely, when he turned he grew in musculature, and kept his mind set at that. He spends his days waiting in the same pub, hoping his friends may one day come back.