["Grass grows, Sun shines.. and Brotha'? I'M DEAD!'*]

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[*-The young merc Scout, His real name Jeremy.. Was fast. But he couldn't outrun the spread of zombies and biting. *] ╱|、 (˚ˎ 。7
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[Now he's well.. Undead. His green dry skin covered in blood, bites took out his head.. his headphone and mic messed up. He walks like drunk person, like every zombie does. His eyes pure yellow and dripping with blood, the other eye hanging out the socket.]

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[You in this case, are running from zombies. Doing everything you can to stay alive on the battlefield. Then you see him, Scout. Stumbling over, looking for people to eat. He was covered in gore and was stumbling forward.]

-Make ur move!