Elijah wasn't anything too incredible growing up, in fact he was perfectly mediocre. Got into a little trouble as a kid, got decent grades most of the time, had some friends, couple of school crushes, some broken bones—The basic childhood. After high school, he enlisted in the army. Not because his father did it, in fact his father was a baker, and not because he felt compelled to serve his country. It just seemed like the smartest financial option to him. Which, he was told, was why a lot of people signed up. He skipped the extra schooling and, after completing his basic training, opted to go right into grunt work.

Eli was a hard and dedicated worker. He was an above average soldier, or so the tests and training told him. Much to the bane of his anxiety, he wouldn't actually be deployed overseas for almost two more years—Instead it was just teased and hinted at. But, eventually he was deployed and thus began the Second Korean Conflict, or "2.K.C" as most in Eli's troop called it. He spent a few years away from home, with little in the way of leave or a day off from trying to fight and survive in the Korean jungles.

As tensions rose and escalated into The Eastern Conflict, it seemed the world hung upon the precipice of a third world war after all these years. The American government took action, and for his all of his hard work, Eli found himself in a unit that didn't officially exist. Once more he was thrust back in training of a different sorts. The unit had to work together fluidly, with precision and speed, there was no room for errors. Failure likely meant death or gruesome torture, for which there would be no rescue from. If they were caught, the world couldn't know who backed them. Why? Because they were assigned to do things like: Assassinate the President of the People's Republic of China, a major proprietor in the continual escalation of eastern conflicts.

Official reports say the Chinese President was victim to a horrendous and unfortunate accident resulting in the catastrophic failure of his vehicle.

Eli worked alongside this group for his remaining time in the military, receiving dead drops and operating deep within foreign borders, surviving in the wilderness or hiding within their cities. Quietly eliminating the opposition in an attempt to "end rising hostilities", and perhaps help America prosper as a fortunate result. At least, until things started erupt back home. It was shortly after the first reports of the riots when Eli and his squad were called back to the Homeland. Their skills were needed on their home soil, a thought that left a sour taste in Eli's mouth.

Eli took part in ending the riots. He did a lot of things that, looking back on, he's not entirely proud of (some of them still haunt him). Especially with his involvement in the Tucson riots, which was a gruesome and violent affair. He was then sent to Sacramento, California, for a month to ensure things there didn't escalate with the recent spree of murders. Once things started to quiet down Elijah was given two months leave, before being sent back out overseas.

Finally, almost a year later, the risings tensions seemed to relax a bit, Especially with the recent break through with the "Miracle Gene" and the American W.D.P program. However, the American government is a suspicious bunch. They wanted Eli to come home and help train more operatives like him. Officially he'd be marked down as a Special Unit, there would be no connections to him or the unit he was apart of.

The same night he stepped off the plane, Eli found himself in the midst of an apocalypse.

Larisa was originally born in Germany. Her mother and father had a nice little house in Berlin. Her father, Ian, was a construction worker for the city and her mother, Reva, work in animal welfare there. Larisa and her twin brother, Dmitry grew up quite happily there. Her brother learned to work on cars after some time and had plans to open up his own garage when he could get a loan. She worked closely with her brother on cars when she was not at work herself. She had a job at a local head shop in town, Back Stage gifts. Because of her illness, she started smoking marijuana at a young age. Being as it was illegal there they often had to get it from whatever shady person they could find. Her former boss at the headshop ended up being their main dealer, which is how she ended up getting a job there to begin with. He felt bad she had an illness and usually would give her discounts so that she could afford to buy it. She worked at Backstage from the age of 18 up until she was 25.

It was around this time that she met Eric Hennings. He was a soldier in the United States army and had been posted there at the time. They met when he came into the shop one day. He flirted with her for well over 30 minutes before being pulled away by his friends. He came back every day after that until he finally got the gumption to ask her out. He was posted there for almost a year before being told he was being deployed back to the United States. For weeks he begged her to go with him, but she said no for the longest time. It wasn’t until a week before he was about to leave that she actually decided to go with him. She couldn’t help herself or the way she felt. Her parents and brother weren’t excited for the news, but they accepted it and let her go with him.

She was scared to go to the United States, but felt a little more comfortable with Eric present. He lived in Washington and was able to go back for some R&R before being sent to the army base there. It was during this time that he proposed to her and introduced her to his family. Life was good for a while for the happy couple, but it went downhill rather fast. The plague like virus hit quickly and all hell broke loose. Being in the army, Eric was ordered to leave his fiancé and help deal with the situation at hand. He was unfortunately killed in the line of duty, leaving Larisa alone and to fend for herself. She tried staying with his family, but they had been gone a vacation when everything fell apart.

In all the chaos, she was able to join a group of survivors so that she was no longer alone. They built the wall around a good portion of the town they were in and were able to create a safe zone. Well, the best one they could. It didn’t keep ghouls completely out at night, but was better than having no defense at all. In the weeks she was there, Larisa began volunteering to go out and scavenge for Refuge. She had nothing better to do with herself and learned that it helped take her mind off of her grief. Sometimes, at night, she wonders if leaving Berlin was worth it. She was happy with Eric, but she questions if she would be in the same situation as she is now if she was back at home. A question she doubts she will ever receive an answer to.

Thomas was born and raised in Warren, Ohio. His father was a marine who died in combat when he was still just a baby according to his mother, though he never really decided on whether he believed her or not. It didn’t really matter much to him. He has one older brother who despite tensions between them happens to be the one person alive he loves and trusts.

For the first 17 or so years of his life Thomas was regularly abused by his mom, both mentally and physically. She had already fucked up his brother so she said she had him to really do it right this time, to do the mother thing properly. Of course she failed at that and everything she did to his older brother she ended up also inflicting on him.

As a rather obvious consequence of almost daily trauma Thomas could never really concentrate in school. He would often get some much needed rest at least since almost every night he tried to sleep at home he would often be awoken by nightmares and could rarely return to sleep afterwards. Thankfully when he was 16 his brother finally managed to get his own place and took Thomas with him, not telling their mom his address or anything else lest she call the authorities.

He was as happy as he was capable of being to be away from his mom but still had very complex feelings towards her. Living with his brother proved to be a much happier existence though despite their circumstances. Not being able to finish school himself his brother supported them with a mixed income earned from bricklaying and illegal jobs carried out as part of a local biker gang. With less than a year left of Thomas’ education and no hope of him getting anything out of it either the two of them decided he would simply stop going.

From there on out they lived almost completely off the grid, taking any manual labor work they could whilst also lining their pockets with certain illegal endeavors. Drawn to actually being a part of a family Thomas also decided to try and join The Eerie Bastards, the biker gang. It was relatively easy since his brother was already a trusted member and half of the criminal element had similar backgrounds and personalities to him.

By the time he was 20 he was a patched member of the club. This came with what he had hoped; a new family. He’d always had an interest in guns, mostly because of a love of video games and despite being able to easily get one in his neighborhood he’d never before owned one. At first it was because having a gun in the same house as his mom was basically suicide and later on he respected his brother enough not to get one without asking him but wasn’t quite comfortable enough to actually do that. He didn’t know about the two handguns, one shotgun and one rifle his brother already had. When they finally did talk about it his brother said they’d just helped him sleep at first but he didn’t want to tell him about them being there in case he had… thoughts. In his new family though a love of guns was commonplace and appreciated. They taught him how to strip and clean a handgun plus several rifles and shotguns. The Sergeant at Arms also took him out to his uncle's farm and helped him practice shooting with all sorts of firearms almost every other week. Every patched member carried a gun and a knife, but possessing either without the will or ability to use them was more of a danger to himself than anyone else, or so he was told.

By the time he was 21 he was running drugs to Ohio from New York under the cover of the regular charity runs the club did. It wasn’t long before he was helping to torch certain rival drug houses and less than two years in he committed his first revenge killing. After that line was crossed it just became another way to make money, so the murder for hire began. The brothers justified what they did for money with their abuse. What had been done to them and what path it had set them on gave them little other choice in their minds. This shared justification was strictly kept in both their heads though, they never spoke of what they went through out loud, to each other or anyone else.

Inevitably one of them was arrested, charged, convicted and sent to prison. It just so happened to be his brother. He got 25 years to life for premeditated triple murder, taking the rap for one of the bodies for his brother. Cops knew there had been at least two shooters at the scene, the wound patterns made that obvious but his brother denied his existence and any and all allegations of it being in any way related to his biker club.

Due to repeated acts of violence in the prison he was originally in he was eventually shipped further west to Colorado and so that’s where Thomas went, becoming a nomad. When the apocalypse kicked off Thomas managed to get into the prison and rescue his brother as well as hundreds of other prisoners. It turned out to be pretty damned easy since every employee had left and abandoned the prisoners to die in their cells. Once he was with his brother they looked over a map and decided to head northwest to Washington. There was plenty of drinkable water because of the coast there, cities to be looted and if needed forests to hunt in.

South Boston. Some would call it a historical significance in the early growth and commerce of American history, others, a place to hang out if you wanted great food, drink and bearable company at a reasonable price. To Alex, it was home, and the only place he’d known up until the Great Fall that changed everything…

Not everyone was cut out for blue collar labor, certainly not the brainiac kids living in their basements playing video games or the college dropouts who felt safer hiding behind pages of web code in place of getting their hands dirty outside. The TreVaynes, several generations of tradesmen going as far back as one can remember, and Alex was not much different as he followed in father’s footsteps, starting out as an apprentice welder and half-way decent auto mechanic. Times were tough for most middle class families, and multiple careers wasn’t an unlikely alternative, but they had each other through the thick of it, and no matter what happened, they didn’t allow contention to break them apart. Only when Alex had found out the truth about his father, and his alleged association with the mafia lurking in the shadows of the City, did things begin to shift into a much darker form.

There was a debt to be paid, and the TreVayne patriarch had no way of delivering unless it was with his own life. Alex, now in his early twenties, a tall lean and muscular young man, decided to offer mob a much better deal: hire him as one of their “enforcer agents”, and help pay his father’s debt for good. Needless to say, they took the kid up on his offer, and brought Alex TreVayne into the fold, molding him into more of a weapon as years passed. All the while, the debt never quite seemed to be paid as quickly as it should have been. His father, not one to back down from a fight, had unfortunately picked the wrong fight, protesting the whole idea of his son being used for the mobs gain, and yet going back on their deal in the long run. The mafia didn’t care, and with a swift stroke, took both parents and his three siblings out of the picture, calling the debt “paid” by that time, and allowing Alex to continue working for them if he valued his own life. Funny. He’d joined the Underground to save his father, and yet that very decision inevitably kill the man he sought to free from their iron grip. Why couldn’t it have been him to die by their hands in order to save his family?

The gloves were off by then and wheels were set in motion.

Months passed before a vengeful Alex decided to make a move on several mob connections, gaining as much information as he could to take them out one at a time, and as grotesquely as possible. His trigger finger was guided by the spirits of his dead family, parents he loved and would never see again because the wrong people got greedy. He knew where to find them, and no quarter would be given to those who have the mark of death on their greasy foreheads. One-by-one he’d hunted them down, those responsible for destroying the life he had, for taking what didn’t belong to them in the first place. It was only when the last few who remained gained an upper hand, and turned the tides on the “avenging angel”. A trap was set for Alex, and he’d walked right into, perhaps through blinding anger or the sheer force of will to put a hold in his enemy’s skull, he went from the frying pan into the fires of Hell before anything further could be done. The mob had the last laugh, as they’d lead him straight into a house full of bloodied bodies: men, women, children, cats, and dogs, it didn’t matter. It was a nightmare to behold, and Alex found himself surrounded by a dozen Federal Agents all ready to turn his frame into swiss cheese at the drop of a hat.

The kid wasn’t so lucky, and was fast-tracked to the State Penitentiary, where he’d spend his “triple life sentences” rotting away on Death Row with absolutely no contact to the outside world.

Several years passed, and on the eve of his thirty-first birthday, the world turned from bad to worse in a matter of minutes. Power outages and network issues were the least of the problems as hordes of things ravaged whatever was in sight, killing off guards, inmates, and everything in between. Whatever the infection was, it spread like a wildfire, and the whole prison system shutdown, which made it that much easier to get the hell out, that was, if you could survive long enough to enjoy freedom again. Alex hid as best he could, thankfully having the layout of each floor mapped out in his head well enough that finding the best places to circumvent the danger came relatively easy. It wasn’t until he was grabbed by the ankle by what he’d thought was one of the “creatures”, only to find out that it was one of the guards bleeding out from a wound. He knew he was a goner, but pleaded with Alex to find his sister in Washington State and bring her the few mementos he’d had curled up in his bloodied hand: a photo identification badge, and a picture of the man and his sister standing in front of the Space Needle in Seattle.

With some reluctance, but little time to really contemplate things, Alex accepted just as the guard’s dying breath released. Timing had always been one of his strong points, and this was no exception, because no sooner had the conversation ended, the attacking creatures flooded the area, and Alex headed off toward the most promising of all sections within the prison: The Armory. With bare minimal supplies left, he grabbed what he could, stuffed them into a camo rucksack that didn’t seem to have a shortage of space and fled out into the night, hot wiring a vehicle that was conveniently parked outside with no driver, and took off as far as half a tank of gas would take him.

Two and a half months of traveling had gone by, jumping from one vehicle to another, hiding in abandoned places, scavenging for food, and generally needing a serious bath only to make it to the borders of Washington, where he was going to stop for a drink if it was the last thing he did. Unfortunately, that drink didn’t come, but he’d eventually been guided to a place called the Refuge, which was -for better or worse- the last place it seemed where any semblance of civility was to be found. The gear and clothing he’d found in the prison would give the impression that he was a former law enforcement officer, and perhaps the identification would help to solidify that claim, so toward Refuge he went in hopes of a better life.

...oh, and perhaps even finding that lost sister...

Danny was always something of a problem child. He had anger issues even from an early age, throwing himself into a temper tantrum at the drop of a hat. While he was a nice guy in most other regards, the anger always stayed with him as he grew older. In school, he was suspended multiple times for getting into fights with other students. It was a trait he had seemingly inherited from his father. A thug and a bully of a man, Victor Pope saw his sons anger as just having spirit and often applauded him when he got into fights as a young boy. His mother on the other hand hated it. She didn't want Danny to grow up to be like the man she had grown so scared of over the years. She didn't want him to be like his father. So it was for Danny's sake that she finally plucked up the courage to divorce him.

Danny didn't see much of his old man after that. He seemed to have very little interest in the boy when he was around and even less interest when he wasn't. While not having such a bad influence anymore did help, Danny still lost his temper very easily. It wasn't until his mom remarried a man named Joseph Minoru that Danny's mental state began to change. Joe was a very soft spoken and calm man. It was soothing just to be around him. He taught Danny how to control his temper and for the first time ever, Danny actually felt at peace.

Joe was more of a father to Danny than Victor ever was and as Danny grew older, the Pope-Minoru household became a much happier place. Joe passed on his craft as a bladesmith to both his daughter and his stepson and while Kathryn, Danny's stepsister, was never really very interested in the art of making weapons, Danny proved surprisingly talented at it and strongly considered making it his profession when he was older.

Kathryn, like Joe, had an equally positive influence on Danny's life. Danny and Kat were around the same age and enjoyed a lot of the same hobbies. They became the best of friends and although they bickered a lot, they were practically inseparable. Kat also helped Danny come to terms with his sexuality. Something he was never comfortable discussing with anyone else.

Danny was finally growing into a happy and well adjusted young man.

But like everyone else, Danny's happiness was shattered when the world ended.

The night the ghouls came, Danny lost his entire family. When Kathryn was surrounded, Joe came to her rescue, fending off as many of the attackers as he could until one landed a bite. Joseph Minoru died that night...but he died a hero. Danny was devastated but fought off the rest of the attackers to get his family out. He bundled them into the back of a neighbors truck who had offered to help get them all to safety. Unfortunately, before Danny could get in himself, he was attacked by another ghoul. He managed to fight it off but was quickly being surrounded by more. Unable to wait for Danny, the neighbor elected to leave without him but with Samantha and Kat in the back. Danny doesn't hold any resentment for this act. He is actually glad he decided to go because if he didn't chances are they would all be dead now.

Danny narrowly managed to avoid death that night but now found himself alone. He hasn't seen his family since.

A little over a week after the attack, Danny had banded together with a small group of local survivors. One of whom he had a particular dislike for. Robert. Mostly because he reminded him of his own father in his bully attitude towards his own wife. When the group was attacked again, they lost one of their own and Danny saw that Robert had an opportunity to save him but did nothing. The rest of the group managed to escape and find shelter but the ghouls were still hunting them. It was at this moment, the worst possible moment, that Danny snapped and his anger returned. He began yelling at Robert for his actions. Or lack of action. The others pleaded for him to stay quiet but he was so consumed by his own anger that he didn't even hear them. He didn't even hear the ghouls until it was too late and they broke through the door. The group tried to fend them all off but only Danny managed to survive. He somehow managed to kill every ghoul but he didn't escape unscathed. The next morning, Danny was found by a man named Alex TreVayne, still in the same room, surrounded by dead ghouls and dead friends. Huddled in a corner, utterly terrified and lost in thought.

Something broke in Danny's mind that night. He realises his outburst attracted the ghouls. He realises his anger got his friends killed. He hasn't spoken a word since. He now associates the sound of his own voice with danger. His silence is not a result of anything physical. Even if he wants to speak, he can't force his mouth to form the words. Alex has stayed with Danny since, despite Danny's frequent attempts to go off on his own. The two have bonded and Danny has gradually been letting his guard down around Alex and Alex even convinced Danny to join him at the survivor camp Refuge.

While Danny prefers to keep to himself, he genuinely does want the best for the community and often volunteers to go out and scavenge for supplies. He also puts his skills as a bladesmith and a cook to use within the community which has earned him the respect of most, though some still mistake his silence for rudeness.

Danny still wants to find his family but he doesn't know where to look. So, for the time being, he stays at Refuge with the hope that his mom and sister will find their way to him.

Amanda and Hannah were born in Kamloops, British Columbia, Canada, in the year 2088, the second and third (Amanda jokingly refers to herself as the older twin) children of Matthew and Evelyn Sinclair. Informed before their birth of their situation and the likelihood of them dying in infancy, their parents did not opt for an abortion. After crossing a number of important hurdles, the twins emerged as happy, healthy children, their lives understandably the focus of intense public curiosity and media attention. While their parents did their best to strike a balance between appeasing the demand for information and raising the girls normally, by the time that they started the first grade, they were well aware of just how different and special they were.

While some dicephalus twins manage to co-ordinate the fine motor control needed to master everyday tasks, doctors advised caution and patience when the girls were young. Thankfully, this proved largely unwarranted. Amanda and Hannah seem to be able to anticipate each other's movements perfectly and rarely need to communicate in order to co-ordinate their movements. As their older brother Nate was an avid videogamer, the girls would often play with him. Before long they became deeply interested in videogaming and general geek culture, and this carried through into their teens. With two sets of eyes and two minds to process information, their situational awareness was difficult to beat.

As they progressed through high school, sporadically in and out of the public eye, the two of them made a decision: a 'normal' life and career were not in the cards, and their uniqueness was best embraced and used as a source of profit. Shortly after their eighteenth birthday, Hannah and Amanda moved to Vancouver to try their hands at professional gaming. They also studied programming and public relations on a part-time basis at UBC. Firmly ensconced within the 'geek' scene, they became regular attendees and a sometime attraction at gaming, comic, and anime conferences, often getting involved with cosplay. The twins have always been secure enough in their separate identities to eschew ham-fisted attempts to assert their individuality. The truth is that they have pretty similar personality types and their interests overlap significantly. The only notable difference is that Hannah is slightly more bookish and knowledgeable, while Amanda tends to take the lead and is a better judge of character.

They were in nearby Seattle, doing a series of interviews for the upcoming Emerald City Comicon, when the world ended. Perhaps playing so many videogames and watching so many zombie movies imbued them with the paranoia to survive. Amanda and Hannah mostly just stockpiled necessary items and hid for the first couple of months. They taught themselves to shoot an actual gun and found that it was a bit harder in the real world. Upon hearing the call to Refuge, they made their way there immediately.

Before the end of the world as everyone knew it, Garsin was an avid natural bodybuilder hoping to compete in big time strongman competitions. As he started becoming more successful, he started entering competitions until he was making enough to stop working. Growing up however, his family owned a blacksmith forge and would make old tools, armor, and weapons as part of a medieval history tour or just to sell things online. Naturally, he found interest in this and would help his father with the forge when he had the time. When he quit working, he had even more time to spend with his father in the forge to the point that he ended up working the forge while his dad's supervised. Normally, of coarse, this would only be on his off time from working out and away from competitions. Another year went by and Garsin was on his way to a small competition in Washington, mostly to visit his cousin and show off "kick ass" armor he made out of titanium, which was no small feat and took a long time to save for the materials. It was then however that the weather and environment program was initialized, and everything ended.

Garsin was never able to hear word from any of his family. For all he knew they were long gone. The competition never took place, of coarse, and Garsin never made it to his cousin. Turns out, when all the plants were bursting forth, it made his cousin's house collapse on top of him, hopefully killing him quickly. It was not long after that he heard a rumor about the military setting up a refuge. They hadn't publicly announced it yet because it wasn't ready. Garsin tried to drive there, but after everything went down, his car ran out of gas and he had no way getting more. Instead, he decided to take his belongings and leave the car. He found shelter for one night that would haunt him to this day. While he was never found by the ghouls that now roam the outside at night, he could hear the screams of those that were. He didn't know what happened and quite frankly he didn't want to find out. The next day he decided to wear the armor and along his travels he picked up a bush ax from an old shed. It was another night that he somehow survived, though it wasn't without indecent. He had killed three regular ghouls that had found his hiding spot early in the morning, luckily there weren't any others, but he decided to move on before more showed up.

That evening, he reached what would later be called "refuge". The people guarding the place were frightened at first by the huge armored man, but quickly regained their resolve as they questioned him. Garsin told them that he would like to stay, but in exchange he would like to help in any way possible. Since then he has been smithing tools, construction supplies, armor, weapons, and anything else needed for the refuge. Most of his time in the beginning was forging supplies and helping to build the wall. Building the wall, however, was no small task. There were attacks by, bandits, desperate refugees, and ghouls alike. Over time, Garsin lost a majority of his armor except, the upper chest and helmet, though they did have some wear and repairs done to them from scraps of the broken armor. This is also where he gained a number of his scars from constant fighting until the wall was finally finished. Since then, Garsin mostly keeps to his job at the forge, working and teaching others, unless absolutely needed for fighting or scavenging.

Geoffrey Geovanni Banks is the second born son to Lisa LeeAnn Morgan and Joseph Chamberlain Banks III. He survives both parents, and an older brother, IV. He was born on January 6th, of 2086, in a small town in Western North Carolina. At a young age, he turned to selling drugs and gangbanging with the local Crip set, known as the Azure Loco Crips.

Despite having above average grades in school, as well as being able to land a decent paying job, he always turned back to the life that took away his friends at a seemingly routine rate. To remove him from this life, his parents packed up and moved him up north, to Portland, Oregon. Things seemed to be on an upswing, the youth was back in school, had another job, and even a girlfriend. But regular correspondence, and learning that his brother passed in a rival gangs unknowing attempt to get at him, resulted in him reverting back to the menace his parents had tried to protect him from.

When things went to shit on Jan. 2nd, or more accurately January 3rd, Geoffrey took it particularly hard. Months later, his parents were caught by low ranking Ghouls as the trio attempted to cross over into Washington, heading for a Refuge camp they had been informed of.

Left alone, Geoffrey fought who be could and took what he could, until he made it to Brown Points.