“Shakes” was born 32 years ago in an unknown place, presumed to be on the road with his parents. Shakes never knew his father or mother and was abandoned at an early age. He squatted around in a small town in the American countryside for a few years until he was old enough to talk. Without the luxury of having any role models in his life, Shakes never learned how to speak, read or write all that well. It took Shakes until he was 13 to learn To speak correctly. Before than he scraped by with broken english. Only a few folks in the town could understand Shakes, one of them being the local bum, Smish. Smish mentored Shakes from when he was 8 until Smish passed away when Shakes was 19. Smish made a name for himself around town as the local bum that was well versed in the flute. Sometimes, for a warm bed and a full belly he’d perform at the local bar. Smish, grey haired and long bearded, took Shakes under his wing when he saw him shaking next to the local tavern against the outside wall. When smish approached him he asked in broken english, “You alright, boy? You looks cold.” Shakes turned to him and motioned for Smish to be quiet pressing his finger against his lips. Shakes then pointed to the window above him and continued to shake. Smish began to recognize that Shish wasn’t cold at all, he was doing his best at what he thought was to dance to the music playing from inside. Smish smiled and sat next to him and tapped his foot to the music from inside.
“What’doya call yourself?” Smish asked, again. Shakes looked at him and nodded his head. Smish looked at him again and mumbled “must’nt be that’m all brite..” Smish then raised his voice and pointed at Shakes and exclaimed, “...you’boy be shakes now.” He let out a soft chuckle and continued to tap his foot again. When the music ended, Shakes stopped shaking and placed his head into the folded arms, rested on his knees. Shakes began to let out a soft wimper. Smish smiled and put his arm on the young boy and leaned in, “Check’ms this out Shakes.” Smish reached into the sleeve of his tattered jacket to reveal a slightly dull, yet still shiny somewhat, flute. Shakes’s eyes lifted from his arms and stared in awe at the flute in Smish’s hand. Smish began to play a small riff. It wasn’t all that good, but to Shakes, it was the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard. Shakes began to shake to the music.
Thus began the long friendship of Smish and Shakes. Throughout the years Smish was alive and mentored Shakes, he taught him how to speak English and of course taught him to play the flute. By the time Shakes was 10, he was an expert flute player. Shakes, while not the brightest boy, was a musical genius. Smish and him lived relatively well, performing at multiple inns and bars in the area together. They began to become some of the local talent and sometimes were even asked to play by local bar owners since they were a cheap act that received a great response from the goers. As time went by, Smish and Shakes began to become a traveling duo. Shakes, now age 18 began to incorporate his voice into his songs and what became of the trinity of Shakes’s voice, flute, and Smish’s flute could only be described as “heavenly”.
Although this act wouldn’t last for long unfortunately. When traveling to an adjacent town, it began to downpour. Shakes and Smish took refuge in a small abandoned house in the countryside. Since it was down pouring outisde, They closed all the windows and doors to the house. To keep warm, Smish and Shakes started a fire inside the fireplace of the living room. Smish dozed off and shakes began to doze off as well. Unknown to the both of them, the fireplace inside the abandoned house had been blocked by years upon years of obstructions. Smoke began to fill the house, and soon a fire started. Luckily, Shakes had awoken coughing and noticed the problem immediately, he attempted to wake his dear friend Smish, but he wouldn't budge. Without any choice left, Shakes left the smoke filled building and saved himself, only to see the house go up into flames, along with his friend.
Without any place to go, Shakes needed to leave his town and was looking for a change. As luck would have it, he ran into a group of traveling musicians. Not a band per-se, but a few college students who took pity on the poor homeless man that had excellent skills in music. They announced they were headed to India to meet a (hopefully) future producer for their music. The college students asked Shakes to come along. Without any place to go, Shakes agreed and boarded the plane with the five college musicians. The first layover was in Germany, the second in Chenarus. The layover would be a 17 hour layover. Shakes and his group quickly left their plane and settled in for a nap in the airport before leaving to board the next flight.
Shakes woke up when the lights in the airport went out, rather peculiar he thought. He awoken his new found friends. The Airport was still, with nothing moving the silence but panicked whispers in the darkness. After a few minutes, screams were heard. Panic set in, and the airport turned into a dark chaos of screaming and blood. Someone yelled, "The dead! They're walking!". Shakes made his way to the flight-line instead of the front doors that were overcrowded and dark. a full moon gave Shakes the sight he needed to elude the infected. Shakes, living on his own for some time in the wild, immediately ran for the forest...