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Albert said to the girl. "What you can't see them? Sheila is right here." Pulling out his hammer. Albert pulled the tape off of Sheila's mouth, and, said. "Say hi Sheila these are our new friends." There was a pause, and Albert said. "She can be nice sometimes but today not so much sorry guys and, Maria is this right here." Pointing at the revolver at his side. "She likes you guys consider youselves lucky. She normaly doesnt. But still miss sniper lady I didn't catch your name what is it?" Albert put some more tape on Sheila's mouth and, said. "Be quiet Sheila your being really rude today. May I join your group though I have been alone seen this zombie problem broke out? I'm great at killing these things and I'm a trained medic. Please Mr. Eric I take it." Pointing to Leon.

Albert was crouching behind a rock looking around for the group of zombies he saw and thought to himself. "Man I am tired of the dead why cant I ever find somebody alive. Well at least I got you Sheila."

Sheila is Alberts trusty warhammer that he stole from a high security complex he found in D.C. It shocks thing when he hits them causeing extra damage. Additional to that he also has a .44 python magnum he calls Maria. Though he rarly uses it yet he still carrys it. His right arm is also robotic.

As he as comming aroung the corner to kill his first zombie he heard a shot ring out. "What in the hell was that." Looking around he saw a sniper expertly shoot his kill in the head. He said to the sniper "May I join your group?" Then smashed a zombie in the head, and listen for Sheila make her warcry, the sweet sound of sizzling flesh getting shocked.

Name:Zangroth
Age: Unknown
Sex:Male
Height:6'2"
Appearence:Full black spike armor, Helm shape like black dragon, giant golden sword with ancient dragon tounge on blade, and dragon eye on hilt.
Bio: He was born in slums as a streetrat who lived day to day. In his teen years he started adventuring, and around the age of 16 he stumbled apon a sacred ruins. The ruins themselfs appear only to the ones it wanted. Inside the ruins he found a sarcofigas. He opens it up, and finds a skeliton who wields a large two handed sword that radiated heats so bad that it burns his very bones, but when he picks it up he felt like he stuck his hand in ice. He rose the sword up to his eyes, and looked into the steel. It felt like it was talking to him. It called to him, and he let himself go. Then black matalic matieral started crawling up his arm, across his body, and finally his face. It burned, his very flesh was burning off being replaced by it. When it was all done he heard a voice. It whispered, "Forget who you were, because you are no longer that. You are so much more now. Now you are Zangroth." He soon exepted this name, and when he did it told him more, but now it was about destruction. "Destroy what is weaker then you." He travel to towns, and with a wave of his hand they would be destroyed. This was good, but on a new moon. The sword would activate it's true power turning him into a Dracolich that had three heads, and he could no longer controll over himself. He would fly around destroying everything with no thought. (dracolich=Undead dragon.) Centruries pasted, and he began to understand his powers, and no longer needed the moon to leave. He could now control it at will, but is still strongest when the moon is gone. He got bored with destruction, and made a castle in the sky, and waits there for the right moment to leave.