Etzer Kilono
Traitement des survivants 
Il n'y a pas eu de réponse du casque, et Etzer a commencé à s'inquiéter. Et s'ils ne sont pas arrivés ici et que si le reste des infectés - Le reste des infectés! S'ils avaient entendu ce qu'il avait dit, ils avaient tous eu de gros ennuis ici dans le traitement des survivants. Il était sur le point de dire quelque chose quand l'homme qui avait tué le soldat infecté, avait été considéré infecté par une femme, qui avait soutenu de nouveau le mur. Etzer a aussi soutenu, inquiet que ce soit peut-être la fin de lui. L'homme était couvert de fragments de sang et d'os, tenant un fusil. Ce n'est pas la meilleure situation pour lui. Puis une voix retentit dans la cellule.
"Demande lui une question de maths, l'infecté ne peut pas logiquer pour la merde." Tous les yeux étaient maintenant sur l'infecté, l'air devenant dans l'impasse avec le silence. Enfin un étranger a appelé, "7 fois 7!" Il a fallu un certain temps, mais l'homme a finalement répondu, et Etzer a laissé sortir un soupir de soulagement. C'était le tour d'Etzer. Il devait faire ce qu'il devait faire. Il s'est avancé en tremblant. Il s'est rasé la gorge à haute voix.
"Nous devons sortir d'ici, ou nous sommes tous baisés! Les infectés savent où ici, et nous devons déménager, maintenant! La porte est déjà partiellement ouverte, si nous pouvons obtenir plus de gens, nous pouvons obtenir la porte ouverte, et faire une course pour elle." Tous les yeux qu'on a sur lui. Il pouvait sentir la pression de leurs yeux sur son crâne en attendant que quelqu'un agisse. Une femme a appelé du groupe des survivants.
"Comment le sais-tu?" D'autres ont hurlé d'accord avec la femme, qui voulait aussi le savoir. Tout le corps d'Etzer tremblait maintenant, il ne voulait pas que tout le monde sache que c'est lui qui a envoyé le message.
"Eh bien... J'ai rejoué le dernier message envoyé sur le casque des soldats, et quelqu'un a dit à tous les infectés que les survivants avaient besoin d'aide, et que nous étions en traitement des survivants. Si nous ne partons pas d'ici maintenant, nous allons tous mourir."
Quelques secondes après, certains hommes ont commencé à marcher jusqu'à la porte, essayant de la forcer à s'ouvrir. D'autres s'y sont joints, l'un d'eux étant Etzer. Il les a eus dans cette situation, le moins qu'il puisse faire, c'est les aider à sortir.
Name: Etzer Kilono
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Nationality: From California
Surviving Family: None that he knows of
Former Occupation: Worked at a Donut Shop
Backstory: Etzer lived in California with his mother and sister. Ever since his rich dad divorced his mom and left them alone with barely any money, Etzer has been living with them. Since his mom had to work to jobs, she had the car, while his sister was put in a cheap daycare. This went on for eight months before T-1C. The daycare his sister was in was raided by those... Things, and they killed everyone in it. He then watched his mother's throat get torn open, the jugular gushing blood like a fountain. He ran, and ran. It was all he could ever think about, all he could ever do. He eventually found an abandoned house, and lived of canned food, as he didn't want to risk anything that had been left out. After a week, living in an abandoned house, Etzer was surrounded by the things. He grabbed a knife, and killed them. It was the first time he ever killed, and something triggered inside him that told him it wouldn't be the last.
Etzer moved from that house once it was torn up, and all the food was gone. He traveled, his food and water slowly diminishing, as well as his hope. The world had gone to shit, and his was on his own, the last drops of water in his bottle, stayed there until he couldn't bare it anymore and drank it. He was worn out, thirsty, hungry, weak, and soon, was almost lifeless. He laid on the ground and waited for the infected to come, but they didn't. He was left their to suffer. He was on the ground for a day. Only when he woke up, did he hear the screams of the infected around him. Only then, was he hopeful that he walls be put out of his dreadful misery. But he wasn't.
That's when the rescue teams came in. He asked and asked to be killed, but they weren't having any of it. They gave him water, and it refreshed him, replenished him, into a new person. He wasn't weak anymore, he wasn't unstable. He was Etzer, the Badass Donut Shop guy who could kill an infected person. With that cheesy moral support he gave himself, he was able to hang on, and make it to the rig, which is where his story ends. It's not the most exciting, or, 'life-saving' story, but it was what happened.
Appearance: Etzer is tall, standing at exactly 6'0. He is built strong, but what he went through wore him down, and now while he is built strong, he doesn't have the strength needed to accommodate his body. His once shoulder length brown hair, is cut short. He has soft brown eyes, but while they appear soft, they can become steel, and unforgiving at any moment. Besides his eyes, also decorating his face are many scars, indicated he's had a rough time out there.