[quote=“Wyzack, post:9571, topic:47”]Edmund Tracey had been having one hell of an apocalypse. After the rest of his SWAT team missed the Rendezvous at the evac shelter he feared the worst and struck out on his own. Every time he attempted to settle anything resembling a stationary base something would go wrong. Usually it would be some trigger happy civilian popping off rounds and luring roving packs of the dead. The first time it happened right outside the evac shelter near Bedford falls. He sprinted away full tilt in a panic, checking ruined cars until he found a cube van with enough gas and wheel to move, and hauled ass away from the shambling horde. A week or so later he had joined up with a few civvies he met on the road, Thomas and Daniel. After some discussion they decided to settle a public works for a time to build up supplies and recruit some more folk to their band. This plan was however cut short again by the largest horde Edmund had ever seen. There had to have at least been two hundred shamblers, maybe more, with no shortage of the big ones. They peeled out of that deathtrap as the undead began to tear through the fortifications.
Lost for what to do, Edmund decided that it might be worth checking if the refugee center up north was full of anything but corpses. As it turned out, it was. Although the poor folk here were suspicious and guarded, Edmund and his friends began to earn their trust by giving them supplies and helping to clear out their infested back bay. It was just nice to have proper lighting and a hot shower for once. At this point Edmund had found a silencer and a slew of other mods for his MP5, and had become quite proficient with the awl pike he had looted from a museum.
At the behest of the Old Guard representative at the center, Edmund set out to kill a few worm creatures that had attacked a caravan. Thomas and Daniel stayed behind to guard the van and get some rest. After making short work of the monstrosities, Edmund headed back to the center to only to hear gunfire and sounds of battle coming from within. He sprinted to the front of the building only to see yet another damn horde approaching the refugee complex.
A few had already entered the building, and had even managed to kill the Old Guard liason. Edmund gritted his teeth and loaded his weapon. He had done enough running. He was going to protect these people or die trying.
(wish me luck. Dear god wander spawns is fucking unforgiving)[/quote]
Hahahah. Nice read. 
How recent is your version?
