Chris Smith was a ne'er-do-well. He dropped out of school, and never got his GED. Most of his classes he failed, and he was suspended and bounced around a lot of different schools. Once he dropped out, he got involved in petty street crime, running with a few gangs. Chris never got involved in really serious stuff; no dealing hard drugs or guns. Although Chris did know how to handle a piece, but he never liked to handle one because that brought in too much heat. Fists were good enough, or maybe a knife. You could get good results with both - people could imagine getting punched or cut easier than being shot so you could scare them easier that way.<br/><br/>He spent most of his downtime playing pool, drinking cheap beer, ogling loose women, and sometimes picking fights. To make some cash, he would rob convenience stores, or maybe do some underground fighting for people who got tired of wussy MMA bitch fights. It led to late nights, so at 6:30 AM he was asleep. Sadly, he was asleep alone, as a pair of choice bitches had turned out to be fucking psychos and he had ditched them despite that they had exceptionally fine asses. Chris had definitely been looking forward to sodomizing them before things went into crazytown.<br/><br/>At any rate, Chris was in a deep sleep. The chaos of the outbreak had yet to reach him, and the people in his dilapidated slum of an apartment building who did have to go to work were doing so at their own risk. For his part, Chris slept on a mattress on the floor with his doors dead-bolted shut.<br/><br/>Outside, people who were getting into their cars got attacked by zombies. The initial sounds of the attack were not loud enough to wake Chris, but as they carried on, other people were. They screamed, and victims screamed, and eventually it was enough to wake up Chris. He got up groggily and wandered over to his window, looking out with disbelief as a trio of zombies took down a guy and started biting him.<br/><br/>"Holy shit . . ." Chris said, not really believing what was happening . . .