He found himself thrust into the thick of it following the years after the infection.
Danny Kirkland was born in Coventry, England in 1978.
His family was doing well for themselves and there were often times when there was food on the table which would often go to waste. A rare commodity one would wish for even now. Whether or not it was the right choice is debatable as Danny grew to become a very bitter person. He hated the hand he was dealt and the way other people would look down on him. The kids at school would mock him and authorities would pin things on him that he didn’t even do, all because of how he looked and the reputation his parents had. His mother would often steal and his father spent what little currency they had on his drinking habit. When Danny grew older he decided to pack up and leave his miserable life behind. He didn’t have much so he hitched rides from trains, also hitching rides from strangers until he ended up in a different country altogether and the place that would soon become hell on Earth. Far from home but not a world away. It wasn’t anything spectacular, but it had its charm and Danny liked the vibe it had. He ended up making friends in a bar and they took him in. Then, the infection broke out.
During the several hours that followed the beginning of the infection, Danny found himself fighting for the majority of it along with the other patrons of the bar until all fell silent. A true sound of silence after hours of unrest, then, a distant and faint sound of heavy-footed marching in the distance before long the streets were flooded with undead and soldier forces alike that had come to quell the infection, he knew he had to escape an did so with much haste.
He was thrust into a world which was no longer recognizable, an empty, industrial husk of its once lively self.