Tim, the loud mouth bloke from Dagenham.
From a young age he's always been in the centre of fights purely for running his mouth but at times it's saved him from a proper beating but he's not one to back down from a fight.. He'll get up, keep getting up and not give a shit how tall you are. If you're a cunt, he'll tell you and you'll more than likely get put flat on your arse.
Tim was kicked out of his house at the age of 18 due to his anger and excessive drinking, the many times he had lashed out in a drunken rage towards his friends and family left him completely segregated from them all. Sat in the pub on a Sunday afternoon with a few pals from work he had received a call from his parents Lawyers, he had been given the news that his parents were both gravely ill and that they had requested to see him one final time before their demise.. Having not seen them for years, knowing that they had both migrated to another country and the circumstances, Tim had decided that it'd be worth the money for one final goodbye.
The day of the flight nothing out of the ordinary for somewhat of a holiday to a foreign country for Tim, few there.. Spent 20 minutes attempting to communicate with the driver of the taxi due to the obvious language barrier, he had booked to stay in a hotel rather close to his parents apartment. Not carrying much other than a backpack full to the brim with clothes due to the fact the visit was only mean't to be for a couple of days he threw the backpack onto his bed checked he had his wallet, keys and set off to see his old man and mother for the final time.
When arriving at the apartment, he'd open the door and walk in to find that both of his parents had passed away minutes before his arrival.. He looked to the lawyer standing close by and asked if anything was left to him to which the man simply shook his head. Storming off out of the door and slamming it behind him Tim would stop for a moment, take out his wallet and find the rest of the money he had exchanged for the trip, he walked outside of the complex, found the nearest pub and drunk anything that was put in front of him.
Come the end of the night the last round bell was rung, Tim polished off the rest of the drink he had and began to attempt finding his way back to the hotel.. Due to the drunken stumbling and the time of night he had wondered into a random persons back garden and found refuge for the night in a shed.
Upon waking up Tim absolutely stank of booze and could barely remember any of the nights occurrence, still he could hear something banging at the shed and decided to boot it open revealing a man, covered head to toe in blood with it's arm half dangling off. Tim, having no knowledge of what had happened simply barged the strange bloke out of the way causing it to topple to the floor slamming it's head into the wall as it fell causing it's head to crack like a fresh egg. Not realising Tim walks to the corner of a wall and casually begins to take a piss while mumbling 'Dippy cunt, watch where you're walkin'.
Still, not fully aware of his surroundings Tim walks into a random apartment building and stumbles upon an open door with the fridge door open. His mouth being dryer than Ghandi's flipflop Tim enters to check if there were any refreshing beverages available.. He struck a spot of luck and found a still fresh bottle of milk at the back of the fridge.
At this point Tim began to yawn a little, slowly waking up properly and realizing his surroundings Tim is now able to fully notice how flipped upside down the apartment is. Furnature everywhere, clothes, kitchen utensils and the TV on the floor with a huge crack across it. He then wonders outside to see a woman surrounded by 3 people on their knees just.. There.. In the middle of the road. Tim proceeds to walk towards them and as he's getting closer he's able to peer over one of said peoples shoulders to see the woman's stomach completely shredded and nothing but her innards being eaten by these 'things'. Tim without a thought instantly shouting rather loud 'WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT!?' all 3 of them turn and give Tim the same blood curdling groan and slurping sounds he awoke to. Kicking the first one square in the face with his shoe he'd sprint past the others and continue running heading straight out of the town north finding more supplies and weapons along the way.
-Will add more when stuff happens