(This is a wip, will change)
Smacky got his nicknamed after he became the big dick around n his school. He smacked the shit outta the ones he thought were weak. There was this little fucker, named Louis, that told him he would never be someone outside this school. That's what bully become after they leave their hunting grounds. Dust and bad memories.
Well, Louis wasn't wrong about one of those things. When Louis was comming home to his loving girl and their two children, Smacky was there. Fucking his wife like he had for the past 7 months. but tonight was gonna be different. Tonight, he was gonna make sure he knew he'd been doing it before he left this country for good. When Louis came in and said hi, and when his wife told Smacky to hide, like he did a few times before, he did.
For a few minutes.
He came out of the closest, still naked, like all monsters do. He smilled at Louis and told him ''I'm getting tired of your wife. Afterall, seven months is a pretty long time for your dumbass to realise that your wife's a whore and you can't do shit about it.''
Louis recoiled, recognizing Smacky mere seconds later, and shame came over him, then anger. As he was about to lounge for Smacky, Mack pulled out a knife he'd been holding behind his back. Louis didn't last long after that. Neither did his wife, or his children.
He burried them in the forest that served as a backyard, deep enough so that the dogs wouldn't find them. He cleaned his mess and and took his leave with the car the last owners so graciously gave him.
He went to the airport with everything he knew he had to have, and took up the business proposition he'd been sitting on. Become a gun for hire, or get gunned down by his old employers.
He went to south Zagoria and met up with his new boss. Being a foreigner wasn't an excuse for shit here, and he learned that the hard way.
However, he learned that being a foreigner also had lots of benefits. Nobody knew him, nobody expected a 20 years old to pull out a knife and gut three men, one after the other.
He was a born killer, and his father told him to never do something for free, however grateful the people were for it. And that's what he decided to do. But he was under contract in the province, and a contract's a contract.
And he hella had fun doing it.
In this world, the only thing a man is, is his word.
When the zombies came up, Mack started doin what he was best at, killing people for money. The organisation that hired him was crumblin and most of the members were scattered. He knew a few of em, but they all had prices on their heads now, and he assumed he wasnt under contract anymore... afterall, the terms had changed.
Mack did what he wanted to do from now on, not bound by contract, unless bought by someone. He met up with Lucas and made a friend, something he wasn't giving out to everyone. Lucas introduced him to people and he turned his talent to find and kill to just find info. He used to for a bit, but it got boring after a while, especially after everyone dipped outta Novaya.
He went to Russia for a bit, and found Lucas again, and once more, he introduced him to other people. The others liked him, or so he assumed, as they were quite friendly with him.
He decided to hang with em for a while, and some of them had some sway on his way of doing things.
But people don't change, and Mack wasn't different.