Virus Outbreak: Present Day
Felix stirred from his dozing as he heard the commotion coming from the survivors. He made a quick check to see if all was clear around the car before opening the door and clambering out. He slung his rucksack over one shoulder and made his way towards the flipped white van and peered around the end of it, checking to see what was going on ahead. He spotted more survivors at the bus.
Someone stood in the doorway pointing a gun at them,
'Seems like a friendly bunch..' he thought to himself as he brushed the hair from his face. The rain had stopped now though the ground was still wet with a few puddles dotted around reflecting the moonlight. Suddenly, the new survivors dropped their weapons one by one and entered the bus, Felix looked around one last time and then stepped out from behind the van into the middle of the highway.
"Guess I'll join the party.." he said to himself as he started walking towards the bus.
As he got near enough to be seen he raised his right arm. With his hand in the air and his fingers spread wide he shouted to towards the bus,
"Hey there, room for one more in that cosy little abode?" He kept striding towards the bus, not particularly waiting for an answer. He stopped roughly two metres from the door and put his hands on his hips and looked around, in the distance he spotted a walker shambling towards them. It had initially been attracted to the light, he had thought to himself, but now his shouting had probably spurred it on.
'Lets hope he brings some friends...'
Felix stood grinning like a fool waiting for a response from whoever was in the bus, he was expecting the armed guard but anyone that could converse would do.
Virus Outbreak: 3rd Month
Felix had found an old farm house out in the fields. The previous occupants had committed suicide together in the master bedroom, choosing the gun. Based on the fact that the husband still had the colt.44 in his had Felix had made the assumption that he had shot his wife and then himself. 'What a way to go..'
The group had told him to leave after he'd taken out the two walkers. He couldn't understand why they were so upset with him for killing the woman, "She was bitten, she was already dead! Already one of them!" he had protested as they all trained their guns on him. "She was our friend, and she didn't have to die that way!" they had responded. Felix didn't need them anyway, I mean look - he'd gotten this far, he had a farm, he had food and best of all he had his cleavers - no zombie would be getting close to him while his trusty brothers were by his side.
Virus Outbreak: 4th Month
It had been a quiet stretch at the farm. Felix had managed to get by quite happily, picking off a few walkers that came his way and eating the tinned food that was stored in the basement of the farmhouse, but the food was running out and Felix was becoming restless. 'I'd rather be out there fighting those things then be stuck here living my days shut in..' he had thought to himself on a number of occasions.
He had filled a brown rucksack that he'd found in one of the bedroom wardrobes with the remainder of the tinned food and filled a few water bottles from the tap. The water looked a little murky but unless he could find any fresh streams around it was probably the best he was going to get for a while - he hoisted the rucksack up and let it settle onto his shoulders.
"Time to hit the road! Goodbye old friend.." he waved to the farmhouse as he stumbled backwards away from the house admiring the large sheet he'd hung from the window.
"This house was looted
by The Butcher!"
