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Server time (UTC): 2023-04-02 05:15

Vendrik Fletchum
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
    Broken but mending
  3. Morale
  4. Date of birth
    1987-01-21 (36 years old)
  5. Place of birth
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
  9. Relationship
    Jane (Wife, Deceased)
  10. Family
    Casey (Daughter, Deceased)
  11. Religion


  1. Height
    179 cm
  2. Weight
    57 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    True Neutral
  7. Features
    dark hair, beard
  8. Equipment
    backpack with water food screwdriver watch
  9. Occupation
    office manager
  10. Affiliation
  11. Role


Born and raised in london england, i have found my self having to deal with all kinds of situations. gangs, victims, diseases, corrupted govenments. when the pandemic hit it, thats when it went all down hill. i was at work, a busy friday afternoon when i started hearing loud noises in the distance, i thought to ym self "hey, this is london, its busy" so i carried on working. my wife rang me but i left my phone on silent as i had a meeting earlier that morning. the loud noises started getting louder and louder so i checked out my office window to see what it was and when i looked down at the streets i saw a miltary convy, big trucks and tanks. i thought to my self "what the actual fuck!" i rush back to my desk and checked on the news broadcasts and seen that things had taken a turn the worst. i picked up my phone and.. shit.. 19 missed called from my wife. i instantly called her back while i was packing my things to leave the office right away. i mean, she wouldnt call 19 times if there wasent something going on. after a few attempts she picsk up and shes crying and acting frantic! i ask her whats wrong and shes barly making any sence. i calm her down as im leaving my office and she finally explains whats going on. people attacking each other, biting and scratching acting all strange. she told me that she picked up casey, our daughter from school early as she saw the news before and was worrying. she said they are both ok for now and are at home i said i would leave work right now and head home!
leaving my office, everything turned to shit. screaming in the streets, looting, fires. the miltary were trying their best to keep everyone undercontrol but there was to much going. gun fire ensued. i shit my self and i ran to my car to find out some dick had smashed it and set it on fire. i was a 10 minuite drive home on a good day. so i ran, i ran though back allys and though malls and supermarkets avoid all the choas as best as i could. my wife was calling me but before i could pick up the phone a group thugs ran into me and push me over, took my phone and my backpack. i tried to get them back but there was just to many of them. so i carried on running home. finally, 40mins later, my street is in choas homes on fire, people laying in the streets, crying for help. i run to my house to find that it wasent spared in all this destruction going on. my heart stops as i see my front door.. blood smeared down it, door open ajar. i call my wifes name, "Jane! where are you, are you ok" i hear a noise from upstairs. i head up, blood on the white walls.. i get to the top of the stirs.. my stomach turns.. i see a body laying on the floor in hte hall way, some random man by the looks of it, never seen him before and.. a screwdriver in his eyeball.. blood round his mouth. i kick him and get nothing, hes dead. i see blood leading to my daughters bedroom door, handle coverd in blood. i hear a bang from our bedroom i rush in and.. my wife! "jane what the FUCK happened here!" i cry, no answer. "jane is everything ok, where is casey!!" i touch her on the shoulder and she turns to look at me. im in shock, her eyes.. blood round her mouth. she scream and rushes me. she grabs me and i fight her off! "jane, what the fuck are you doing" she rushes me again and shes trying to bite me..! i push her off and run out the room into the hall way. i grab the screw driver from the dead mans face. "jane baby.. please answer me" she just snarls and continues coming towards me. i have no choice.. after all the reports and things i have seen on my way home.. i knew.. i knew what had happend, i knew what i had to do. "im sorry baby, i love you" i slam the screw driver into the top of her skull.. she drops.. i drop.. i hear a bang from my daughter room. i remove the screw driver and i enter slowly. i see her, my princess, standing there staring out the window. i call her name softly "case, its dad" she slowly turns her head.. i die inside she has the same eyes as her mom, and her arm has a bloddy bite on it. i cry, she snarls and comes towards me. i grab her and spin her around so she cant bite me. i sit on the floor crying holding her. feels like forever has passed i snap out of it. i do what needs to be done. i sit there for a few hours, my world, my life has been taken from me. night time is appraching, i cant leave them like this. i go dig a hole in the backgarden, gently placing my wife and my daugher in there. they looked peaceful together. i place casey's favourite bunny in the ground with her. i kiss them both on the forhead, for the last time. i sit on the ground after covering them, covered in dirt and blood. i need to leave i think to myself, so i get going to the local boat yard thats 5 mins drive down the road. i take my wifes car and pack a few things and leave. her uncle has a boat there, i have a spare set of key on my wifes car kayring. i heard of an isle not far called Nyheim. so i set corse.. leaving me old life behind me..


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