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About Me...: My name is Jon. My favorite activity is killing the remaining undead that still inhabit my quiet town with my squad of hunters known as "Reapers".
My least favorite activity is cleaning up the mess we make..
I was recruited into the secret society of Reapers because I have "potential" if you ask me they just needed another set of arms to make supply runs go over a little easier. I've recently completed my high caliber sniper rifle training with "King" who always shouts "Checkmate!" upon a long distance headshot. And "Pawn" is teaching me better reload techiniques.. Did I mention that the guy only has one arm? At first I was nervous when they said I'd be "the new guy" as it turns out, our whole squad, except "Knight" (Squad Leader) was "The new guy".... If before this whole mess started someone were to tell me that I'd get used to blood, constant warfare and guys with their intestines hanging out I would have made an "anonymous" mental health hotline call on that person...

At the time of the zombie outbreak I was...: Outside. Smoking one of the last ciggarrettes I had. I figured I'd take a stroll up to my local market. What could go wrong? I was about 23 feet away from my house when I was approached by a man wearing torn clothing and smelled of only the worst things imaginable. Expecting the man to beg me for change should have been the least of my worries at this point. I turned my head to notice a policeman standing nearby. "Okay, where's Mr.Officers squad car? That's kind of strange." I thought. Just then, out the corner of my eye I saw the ragged man leaning in closer at a rapid pace! "What the hell do you think you're doing!? I don't go that way, man!" I spoke as loud as I could without disturbing my neighbors but just enough to catch the officers attention, and catch his attention I did! The man's strong smelling stench was too much to bear and before I knew it the man had me pinned on the cold concrete. "Please! Help me, sir!!" I screamed. The officer slowly made his way over to us and let out the dreaded moan I'd come to hate in the following months. With a strong thrust I finally managed to roll the man off of my body. I couldn't help but be mad at the policeman "What the hell, man!? That guy just tryed to bite me and you did nothing! I'm pressing char...!" At that moment the policeman's face broke through the shadows and I saw him for what he was... Dead. His face sent the images of my favorite horror comics crashing into my mind. "No way! No freaking way!!" I said out loud. By now there were two more policemen and another "homeless". I couldn't help but notice that one of the officers was loosley holding a pump action shotgun. "I need that!" almost seemed to appear in bright neon lights in my mind. In the beat of a heart I made a dash through the now surrounding zombies managed to pull the gun from it's hands. A shell was already in the chamber.. Lucky me! This monster just saved me 1 second of my life! I decided to ax him first.. With all due respect the creature practically saved my life. As the body fell to the ground I unloaded the remaining shells into the others splitting their heads open in an artwork of blood and flesh. I was so close to finishing the last two off...*Click!* Almost as if to announce that I was screwed the gun was out of ammunition.. "Shit! Shit! Shit! I'm gonna die!" And then it hit me like a ton of bricks. The holstered sidearm of the policeman whom I shot first was sitting there! In it's shiny black case waiting to be taken for a test drive! Shoving one of the creeps out of my way I was able to successfully claim the worn M1911. I drew the slide. Locked and loaded, I was good to go. I managed to shoot the policeman first, and then the "homeless" zombie from earlier.. I couldn't hold back the feeling of triumph. I quickly snapped back from my moment and remembered my family (who now lives in an undisclosed safe zone) who were still inside my home, unaware of what was happening to our town! I headed back down the foggy road to my house and filled everyone in on what was happening. I stood in my living room smoking my last ciggarrette while I told them everything. They thought I was crazy until a loud crash in the back room awoke my 3 year old niece...

Weapon of choice for fighting zombies...: I traded off the weapons from from that night a couple months ago with some "out of towners". It was a good deal. they had some "found" military weapons and were looking for some low-maintanence civillian guns. I now have an automatic M4, an automatic AK-47, Glock 35, 50AE Chrome Desert Eagle, Mossberg Maverick 88, H&K USP and a Barrett M107. Note: Only the M4 and USP were trade items the others were either from the abandoned gun stores or gifts from the stranded military men for offering them food and shelter in my post Reaper days. The AK-47 was issued to me along with the Glock 35 by RHQ.

How did you find out about LostZombies.com...: Through a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a dead man.

1st post..

So, I just got "home" to my Louisiana Reaper Branch's housing quarters and I found this funny sticker labeled on the case for my M107 and it said to check out this site. So as you can see, I did. I figured I'd tell a little about myself. It's 3:00AM and we just got back in from a little raid on a Wal-Mart. It's getting really hard to get the supplies we need. And with It seems like they keep piling up in there! As if they know we're gonna come back.. I wish we could get rid of a large number of them long enough to make it past aisle 2 of the grocery section, but after last weeks attempt with those hand grenades.. I dunno if trying to force them to clear out is such a bright idea..
You'll have to pardon my page's appearence. I don't have time to find HTML and music from bands that are probably undead and feasting on the flesh of the living and all that. Some of us zombie hunters actually have hunting to do!

EDIT* After searching for my USB cord I finally uploaded a song.. There it is. Killing Zone's All My Life. I really feel like I accomplished something.. But then again I had this same feeling when I rescued a man from a burning shed only to have his friends ambush me and try to steal my gear.. Luckily after a couple of King's bullets found home in their skulls we made it out okay.. Well almost everyone. Remember the man that was "trapped" in the shed? He made another trip back to that same burning building..

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At 10:56pm on January 7, 2009, "Rook" AKA Jon said…: Oh, dude. I actually had a guy pull a gun on a guard, a door greeter and myself. I swear I'm not a badass or "tough guy" or anything, but when homeboy pulled that shit out I just relaxed and continued smoking. I felt cool for the rest of the day.. Had to play it off y'know? Oh, yeah! The kicker to my story? The guy was stealing a bottle of Crown Royal!

At 3:40pm on January 7, 2009, Chelsea said…: haha yea walmart
is..
evil
quite literally
everytime I go there
there is a freaking bomb threat

At 11:42am on January 6, 2009, Birdman said…: welcome aboard.

At 9:28am on January 6, 2009, Lek said…: Welcome to our Circle

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