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President
Name: Jonathan Lewis

D.O.B: September 16th, 1984

Gender: Male

Weapon of Choice: Chainsaw

Zombie Experience:

One day back in 1992, a zombie came in my room and attacked me. I didn't know what to do, I freaked out. I grabbed the nearest thing near me: my baseball bat. I swung and missed. He grabbed me, I kicked him in the stomach and then swung for his head. He dropped like a ton of bricks. I soon realized this zombie was not a zombie, but my litte brother. None the less, I knew I was a zombie killing machine. Later in life, I finally ran into a pack of zombies. It was around September 2002. Every since "the brother incident", I've always carried my baseball bat with me. I graced it with the name Carlos. Carlos and I took on the group of zombies one by one. After I was done, I took Carlos out for a drink. While having our drinks, during casual conversation, I noticed Carlos had been bitten...and he turned into a zombie. I had to find something to eliminate my wooden friend. I ran into the Sears at the local mall, grabbed a chainsaw and sawed that mother fucker in half. I came to the conclusion that baseball bats were no longer for me and I stuck with a chainsaw. My trusty chainsaw and I have eliminated 14 zombies and 6 trees.

Vice President
Name: Nathan Acevedo

D.O.B: February 14th, 1988

Gender: Male

Weapon of Choice: my weapon of choice is the axe or any long blade. the more distance between me and thoes undead fucks the better, and the best part is, they will never jam and i wont have to ever reload.

Zombie Experience:

well i have to say my friend time i ever stuggled with the walking dead was when i first realized that in my own fathers church he was BRAINWASHING everyone inside to belive what he said to be right, turning them all slowly into zombies, not of hte undead but of someting far far worse, zombies of stupidity and though i try and i try there is not a way to stand against his reighn but only to resist. this also gives me a good view of thoes who try and create more of these so called 'pid-zombos' as i like to call them. one time also i was out with a few friends out in east'butfuck'cape tring to find this kid ants house and we got lost at night, when out of the corner of my eye i spot someting slowly walking away draging someting heavy. when i stoped to go see what i was i only heard a long scream then silence. soon after departing the undead carnivor of the night tring to jump atop my hood, needless to say i fucked him up, hardcore cXc style with my trusty metal bat that i keep in my trunk at all times incase of such an occasion arises. it was quite a time and a very hard lie to explain my body being covered in the blood of another.


Secretary of Defense
Name: Nick Williams

D.O.B: June 13th, 1986

Gender: Male

Weapon of Choice: samurai sword

Zombie Experience:

Well it started back on a lonesome august day, i was casually mowing my lawn and i heard a scream across the street, when i looked over there, there was a guy on top of our neighbor eating her alive, i couldnt belive my eyes. the next thing i know my friend clay comes running out of my house and grabs me, in the struggle we fall to the ground and the lawn mower lands on my foot cutting my toe off. i quickly tear clay off of me and look into his blood shed eyes and notice that this person who was my friend is no longer the guy i knew. The next thing i can remember i was standing over clay with the sling blade in my hand, i knew from there on i would not let this happen to anybody else. But the zombies made a mistake by killing my mom and my friends becuase now im PISSED!



Secretary of Offense
Name: Glenn Matlin

D.O.B: August 23rd, 1986

Gender: Male

Weapon of Choice: I would have to say a Benelli Super Black Eagle which is a nice automatic 12 gauge. For backups, i'd use a Ruger .22 pistol because they have the velocity to enter the skull, but can't exit it, so they just bounce around in the skull and shred up grey matter.

Zombie Experience:

I personally took down some well dressed and undecomposed zombies that harrased me at my door. They claimed to be Jehova's Witnesses, but we all know that zombies try that trick all the time.



Treasurer
Name: Ashly Anderson

D.O.B: March 28th, 1986

Gender: Female

Weapon of Choice: a calculator for my treasury needs and a rusty hachet for the day to day killin.

Zombie Experience:

A few days after I moved to my apartment, the mucky retention pond outside my balcony spawned this incoherent, frightening little black boy that haunts the apartment building, looking for brains, walking in circles, banging on his head in his disgusting attempt to prolong his zombie life. I have not yet conquered this zomboy, but everyday I perfect my plan to drop a spike in his head during one of his late afternoon prowls around the pond.



Officers
Name: Colonel Ryan Benson

D.O.B: August 25th, 1985

Gender: Male

Weapon of Choice: combat shotgun in hand, criquet bat thrown over sholder on sling.

Zombie Experience:

I've seen many training videos including but not limited to: Shaun of the Dead, Dawn of the Dead, 28 Days Later, Army Of Darkness, and several Micheal Jackson music videos. I have also played and beaten Resident Evil, RE2, RE Nemisis.


Name: Captain V. Nicole Richards

D.O.B: September 4th, 1984

Gender: Female

Weapon of Choice: spray paint and a lighter, words of daggers, my XXX edition samari sword, my sweet deceiving face, appearence, and steel confidence. Of course I would want everyone to think I couldn't kick their ass. Not to mention I'm a fighter pilot. I have a mean jet plane.

Zombie Experience:

In the commuter trains the zombies wait for the return of trespassers. They are living off of the dead at the hospital across the canal that get thrown in the dumpsters. They're smarter than you think. I haven't found if they actually run the trains to spread the disease throughout the country or they have some kind of agreement with the human conductors. And all the zombies at my university!! They try to fit in, but I know what classes they take. They try to fool you with their Abercrombie jeans and American Eagle shirts. They are no contest.


Name: Sgt. Brandon A. Haab

D.O.B: June 10th, 2650

Gender: Male

Weapon of Choice: Main Weapon- Desert Eagle/2nd Weapon - My Mitts

Zombie Experience:

It began when I was 18, Last year in High school, our class took a trip to earth. Our guide thought he landed us in a safe zone but was wrong. As soon as we were unloading from our school bus a Super-zombie popped out of the bushes and charged at me. Quick thinking and remembering what our guide had told us never to lose it when in uncontrolled or stressful environments, I grabbed both his hands falling backwards getting my feet positioned on his wast and pushing him off me. When he landed I had a pen in my hand and stabbed him in both eyes. I grabed the bluntest object near me and smashed his skull in three times. After what my Earth guide had seen he suggested I go to the C.A.T.U.D.s recruiting office. The rest we should say is history and here I am.



OFAZ (Offensive Force Against Zombies)
Name: Lee Bretschneider

D.O.B: August 2nd, 1985

Gender: Male

Weapon of Choice: a knife. there's nothing more enjoyable than getting up close to these bastards and hacking away. some say i'm reckless. i say i'm the best.

Zombie Experience:

It was 2003. I had just moved to Tallahassee and met up with some old friends(Parker McCabe and Andrew Harmon). Everything was going all right, until I went to the bathroom. Then the shit hit the fan. I came out and saw Andrew eating half of Parker. I yelled, "Andrew, what the fuck, bro?!" and he looked at me. At first I thoguht it was your everyday canabalism, but then I saw those eyes. THOSE FUCKING EYES. He started for me and I grabbed a knife. I went to slash but he managed to grab my hand. I dropped the knife and wrestled him out the front door, and pushed him over the balcony. Then parker came from behind and grabbed me. I twisted myself around before he could bite and pushed my thumbs into his eye sockets. His eyeballs burst against my digits. I kicked him off of me. Grabbed the knife i dropped in the kitchen and lobotomized that zombie sunuvabitch. It could've been the end of me that day, but i was lucky. damn lucky.




Name: Ryan Mawson

D.O.B: December 5th, 1984

Gender: Male

Weapon of Choice: fire

Zombie Experience:

I burnt down a condo on Cocoa beach full of those re-animated pieces of shit back in '93. I was eight at the time, but my instincts told me that five moaning, decomposing irish priests eating away at my friend steven's crotch weren't natural. I took action and have dedicated myself to the cause ever since. You think I'm just gonna let some rot back come back to life and take my job? Fuck no. Those zombies think they can be revived on American soil and not even speak English? That's bullshit! They come back to life in America, then they should speak like Americans! You don't see me going to the realm of the undead and speaking my language, expecting zombies to know what i'm saying. No sir.


Name: Lindsay NoLastName

D.O.B: August 27th, 1985

Gender: Female

Weapon of Choice:sniper rifle for long range and two machetes for close range.

Zombie Experience:I live in a rather rural area part of the year and have had to dispatch a few of the suckers in the woods. It's rather funny to climb a tree and pick them off.


Name: Bawnie C

D.O.B: May 5th, 1987

Gender: Female

Weapon of Choice:baseball bat with some nails through it

Zombie Experience:once i had a dream that i turned into a zombie but instead i killed other zombies instead of people. so that might just mean i dont do the jobs i'm given very well. OR THAT I HATE ZOMBIES p>


Name: Michele Bitch C

D.O.B: September 9th, 198

Gender: Female

Weapon of Choice: Sarcastic Wit

Zombie Experience:once every night in my dreams.