Post by albub on May 12, 2008 22:03:36 GMT -5
Alexander found his way to Malton on a train. In fact, it was one of the last trains to enter Malton. He would have departed on time and avoided his time in the apocalyptic hellhole, but for the rye.
During his train ride he drank an entire bottle of Hirsch authentic Canadian rye at Barrens row rail station, and got thrown off the train for trying to fight the conductor. Unfazed, he found a decent hotel nearby in Crowbank and passed out in the elevator.
When news of the quarantine reached the hotel, he was overjoyed. He had long been obsessed with zombies, and dreampt of an opportunity to test his wits and abilities against an undead plague. He gathered as many useful things as he could in the looting, including a beautiful Swarovsky crystal drinking glass which was more for show than practicality.
As the drama of the apocalypse unfolds around him, Alex relies on being friendly whenever possible, and running the hell away when it isn't. He learned parkour when e was in highschool, and now more than ever is it a useful skill.
((more to come when it isn't late))
During his train ride he drank an entire bottle of Hirsch authentic Canadian rye at Barrens row rail station, and got thrown off the train for trying to fight the conductor. Unfazed, he found a decent hotel nearby in Crowbank and passed out in the elevator.
When news of the quarantine reached the hotel, he was overjoyed. He had long been obsessed with zombies, and dreampt of an opportunity to test his wits and abilities against an undead plague. He gathered as many useful things as he could in the looting, including a beautiful Swarovsky crystal drinking glass which was more for show than practicality.
As the drama of the apocalypse unfolds around him, Alex relies on being friendly whenever possible, and running the hell away when it isn't. He learned parkour when e was in highschool, and now more than ever is it a useful skill.
((more to come when it isn't late))