Your experience in the British Isles has been very hectic to say a least. If it isn’t dealing with groups of Infected and Slow-Lows, it’s having to hide from Alphas that ran whole groups of infected. Life on your own wasn’t easy.

That is until… one day as you ran from a group of infected, you found yourself at an abandoned outpost. As you entered into it and closed the gate around you, you heard shouts and cheers around you. Suddenly you heard a voice of an Irish man.

"Hello, lad!"

You turned to the voice and saw a fair skinned man in dark purple tracksuit with medium-length blonde hair, a goatee, yellow and brown teeth, a tiara on his head and… most noticeably, a long chain looped twice around his neck with an upside down cross pendant. He walks closer to you as if the infected isnt banging on the gate behind you.

"Mind if we take this one? That gate isn’t going to last long as you can see!"

You were confused but that was until seven fair skinned people in different colored jumpsuits but wearing the same blonde wig that looked identical to the Scottish man appeared behind him holding various weapons—scythes, machetes, knives, etc., they all looked gitty and excited to do this.

Reluctantly, you need and the Scottish man spoke again.

"In 3, 2…"

The group watched as the infected broke down the gate and finally breached.

"…a fucking go!"

Every jumpsuit wearing person ran at the Infected and started slashing, killing and mutilating them in various brutal ways, you were quite shocked out thrilled and excited they were in doing this but also even more shocked to see how they could brutally and recklessly kill the Infected without getting my blood on them.

After they were done killing every infected, the Scottish man approached you as he clapped his hands.

"Howzat?"

The man spoke to the seven members of his group as they chanted "HOWZAT” in unison and in glee. The Scottish man extended his hand, which had multiple golden rings on each finger except for his thumb.

"Hi… I’m Jimmy, Sir Lord Jimmy Crystal! Let’s be pals…”

He smiled, waiting for your hand.