[DtK] [M] Dr.Zoidberg
Casual Member

About Dr.Zoidberg

Biography

It was Day 4. I had made my way from the rural areas and made it to the wilderness. I was running low on supplies and needed shelter soon. Luckily it was noon. I approached the open field and all I could smell was cow manure, it was as if I was with my sister watching her horse riding. Ah, those were the days, the days where the world was carefree and there wasn’t a worry in sight.
That was until, they came. First there was a few, they started off by biting each other, the police just brushed it off as an act of cannibalism and let the court sort out their charges. This was all until these acts of cannibalism popped up all over the country. That’s when we all started to panic. All the gamers knew this day would come; there were too many games and too many plausible explanations for it to not happen. Everyone had their own hunch, but most of us knew what it really was, a laboratory experiment on a rat gone wrong. It’s always the rats, they bite the scientist, and then it happens.
It was several hours since I last saw any sign of civilization. I kept walking along the tree line. Keeping haste but carefully covering up my tracks to make sure that no bandits will be able to track me. It’s different this new world, it’s only 4 days since I left my safe house and 6 months since the outbreak started. But in that short time, people have resolved to murdering each other on sight in hopes of surviving the longest, this worlds more about staying away from civilization rather than coming together, which is what we should be doing.
I finally found a farm. I carefully crept up along the fence line utilizing every section of it I could. This world was like a horror movie. It started to rain, and the fog rolled in. All I could hear was the pitter patter of the rain on the shed’s tin roof; as well as the occasional moan from the undead. Then, I heard it, the crack of the gun. By the sounds of it, it was a Lee Enfield. This made me very alert. So I sat behind a bale of hay and watch the undead zombies drop like stun mullets, one by one, each shot being fired, each crack I heard, hitting the target in the head. This is when I knew I was in danger. I had a tough decision. Stay here, wait for the shooter to check the barn and house and take him out in hopes of catching him off guard. I could wait until he’s in doors and call out friendly in hopes of sharing food and water, or I could run, run away and lose my chance at finding food before I starve to death.
I chose option B. This was the riskiest of all, but it was the most humane one to do if I was to survive in this harsh world. The shooter carefully peeked through the doorways, windows, any crevice there was he was checking. He knew what he was doing. He entered the house. Now’s my chance I thought to myself.
I sprinted as fast as I could towards the house, as I reached it I called out to the shooter. FRIENDLY FRIENDLY FRIENDLY! It took him a few seconds to reply, but when he did. It was the most amazing thing I’d heard since the outbreak. He replied in a hush, startled voice, but sounded confident. Friendly. The names Sam he replied. I told him my story so far and I asked him if he had food and drinks, he told me he had a camp stationed not far from here in a secluded area, as well as bicycles to get to places, and an ATV for emergencies. This guy, was my hero. He took me under his wing. We fought together, day after day, week after week, zombie after zombie, putting a bullet in each and every on of their disgusting, grotesque faces. This, was a true friendship.
My name is Joshua Minkus.
This is my story.

Xbox LIVE

JOSHY NINJA

Location

Adelaide

Steam ID

STEAM_0:0:25677719

Interests

Skating, Skating, women, alcohol, sluts

Occupation

Being a bogan