Attempting to rob West Point gun shop and remove the competition, Quell jumped a survivor woman intending to keep his corner and dominate the game. He earned his nickname plenty of times by quelling motherfuckers. Unfortunately for Elijah, even after taking a gunshot to the body, the woman was quick to draw her rifle and blow his brains out. The attacking infected finished the gangster off. Once again, proof that the greedy and the immoral - make no friends and don't survive.

Despite Angela's initial lack of preparatory skills, clumsiness, and poor personal organization abilities, she outlived several uncareful survivors, and all other contacted nurse practitioners, including those with better skills and qualifications. She placed a deadly bullet into Elijah London, resulting in becoming his slayer. Since then, Angela bandaged countless wounds and helped survivors through these hard months. Few can claim to not have had her hands laid on their ailing bodies. Through sheer charisma, discipline, knowledge of medical arts, and obsession with cleanliness and order, Angela masked her personal poor skills and convinced many survivors in her competence. Doctor Shiro Nagai believes her to be a mystically touched persona with supernatural resilience, due to her claimed immunity to a bite of an infected. A theory yet to be tested through time, although her chances are not looking good...

Angela did surprisingly well til early April, she was the last surviving nurse, dedicated, professional, and compensated for her lacking traits and vulnerabilities with extra caution. She was sensitive to weather and disease, so always tried to dress well, she was disorganized, so she planned bigger spaces. Having very thin skin and fine complection, she avoided heavy combat, and used scouting methods and stealth to get around the woods and the cities. Never the less, developing skills with a pistol and a police baton, she put down a very impressive and formidable amount of 763 infected. Angela set up several medical relief clinics, in every survivor camp she visited. Finding an in tact ambulance car with a key, she acted as a mobile and field nurse for a while, and started medical charts for all survivors. She affected many, and tried to teach everyone good self care and hygene. She taught Tyler about confidence, told Ishida to quit smoking, told Marla to go easy on the drinking, and tried to work with Chris and Penny on their issues. Not everyone agreed with the uptight and authoritative nurse, but as the only long surviving nurse, she patched up wounds like nobody else could, and gained a good amount of respect from others, even being referred to as Angela-sensei. A teacher.

Green scrubs, yellow vest, jean shorts and boots. Her accent was thick and barely understandable. Her first encounter was with Mister Kruger, when she banged on his door and he told her to piss off. So she prowled Rosewood, avoiding use of vehicles to make no noise. Her big shtick was germaphobia. Back when the water was on, she washed her hands all the time, and all her clothes were always clean. Power and water going out really must have shook her mental balance. The second time I met her she had an entirely different outfit. Camo vest, police shirt, camo shorts, hard hat helmet. Surprisingly nothing was ever torn or bloody. Made me look like a piece of shit. Armed with a magnum revolver, fire axe, and a sawn off shotgun, she stayed for a while at Rosewood construction site and ran into a friendly neighbor. Having finished reading her books on first aid, mechanics, fishing, and tailoring, she went outside in response to some noise, and..... Well. I think this takes a record. I don't think I've seen anyone that fucked up and still combative and bandaged. Her vest did not hold, and revealed the black goth clothing beneath the unassuming scrubs. No wonder she was such a badass. With an impressive first aid skill 5, sneaking 4, and a count of 436 kills, Anna departed this life. She left us this sweet fire axe. Now she joins the disgusting dirty bloodsoaked hordes to live out her germaphobia forever as a zombie.

There wasn't anyone who met Barry who didn't like him. A lovable drunkard who easily connected with everyone he met and loved to grab a beer with friends. When Chris Burt shot down the USMC helicopter, it crashed in the woods in a secret military facility. Barry rushed over to loot the remains, and found weapons and uniform of one of the killed flight crew marines. He teamed up with Chris and assisted him in the exploration of the wreck site, where the two ran into Lt. Mervin Ladigan, fleeing after a brief shootout.

Shortly after Chris asked the team for assistance. Ishida, Penny, Chris, and Barry stormed the military research facility in hopes of finding answers about Patient Zero and the USMC agenda, but were overrun by the infected, as everyone in the facility turned, soldiers, patients, and scientists alike. Covering the overwhelmed team, Barry died a hero, his trusty crowbar at his side, he bought the others time to flee. An honorary bar in his name was built at House Murdoch, Barry's Bar, where his friends have a drink to remember him.

Ms. Burton is a journalist with Kentucky Tribune, doing an analysis colulmn as a first correspondent on the Muldraugh outbreak. Working out of the privacy of the small home, she takes precautions against the infection, but realizing she may be immune, is starting to take cautious trips out to the store to sustain herself. A few hours in, she realizes that life as she knows it is over, and she may be very well all alone. How can she find other people, tell her story, and who will even care? Is it all over now?

Not having managed to supply herself properly for the hard winter of cursed pandemic ahead, Bella ran out of food and clean water and had to go foraging with her limited experience about edible things in the forest and wild surroundings. The tainted water, combined with a weak stomach, panic, a lack of an axe to cut wood with, and simply getting lost, was what ultimately did her in. Desperate, not having found anything to eat in the woods, Bella ventured to the city in blind hunger, abandoning caution. She did not prevail against a group of infected, once that swinging arm got tired and the feet could barely walk.

The journalist got to tell a story after all. A cautionary one, about being prepared. In her last minutes of life she spotted a radio van, which she was able to start and drive for as long as her body let her, attempting to reach other survivors on a broadband frequency. It is through Bella's tragic death and sacrifice, that the radio van Elizabeth used - got out of the hands of the infected who'd overrun Muldraugh.

Bella's legacy bridged the other survivors together and her mission was continued by those after her.

Denise Heywood is an army field medic bound for Fort Knox. Stuck on the highway, she does her best to assist the stranded survivors. Chipper, cheerful, talkative, and easily distracted, Denise works hard to keep focused on task, but has exceptional talent for medicine and supply gathering.

Denise met an unknown end at the hands of the infected, leaving us little but a note and a supply van free for the taking, which was subsequently looted by Big Ray, who in turn died as well as the van got stolen from him. The supplies in question are out there somewhere.

Denise, your noble sacrifice was too pure for this world. Let's hope someone honors your memory.

After spending some time at the manor, Eliza felt she had to live on her own again. She was never really integrated in this group of dazzling personalities. Social contact brought more and more problems. When several people died and some strange things happened, Eliza didn’t feel safe around the house. It seemed to her like a golden cage. The only person she really had a deeper emotional connection was penny. But in the same time the relationship between her and Ishida showed her how lonely she was. Back at her house in the woods, with everything she needed, her beautiful garden, the fireplace and plenty of animals she hunted, dark clouds appeared on the horizon. On a sunny afternoon in July, an armed guy came up the alleyway to her house. He pointed a gun on her and shouted something about a girl named Lisa Gray. Eliza knew who he was looking for, but didn’t even think about telling this aggressive guy anything. So she challenged her luck, jumped over the nearby fence and fired two shots with her hunting rifle and hit him…

After learning from Chris Burt that the UN does not plan a Knox County evacuation, and that the sergeant is here on his own, she became passionate to find a way to take down the USMC helicopters monitoring the area, which draw hordes towards survivors, but never land to assist. In the end, she decided to clean up West Point on her own and go north, taking from Marla's ammunition and weapons. The best and last decision she made. Elizabeth's goal was to try to clear a route to Louisville, where the industrial district was known to produce enough materials for crafting propellable explosives, aiming to assist Sgt. Burt in the mission. Perhaps she bit a bit more than she could chew, and the infected chewed on her instead. Will someone find her high-range communication dish and take up the radio mantle? Will it be the Burton-Cooper show now?

Those who knew Marla Murdoch (nee' Bandman) will recall her as a legend. She was described a self appointed sheriff, an iron widow, a demon of West Point, a femme fatale, a hurricane, a samurai, other things. Above all, she was a faithful widow and a loyal friend.

Marla's friends will recall her entertaining guests, pouring wine by the fountains full, lounging in the lawn chairs, playing old biker songs on a guitar and Mozart on piano, telling stories about horses and old ranch life, remembering the Knox County locals and old timers of the past days. She knew everyone from judge to commissioner through her late fire marshal and later on sheriff husband Stanford and his father Randolph. and had stories about every one.

Marla's friends will also recall a methodical, decisive, ruthless zombie slayer, stubborn and void of hesitation, confident in her abilities, and a capable survivor, master herbalist, and expert stalker. By night and by day, she was out patrolling the county and the forest areas, stacking up corpses by the thousands, talented with knives, a sword, revolver, shotgun, and rifle. Hell, any item or tool became a weapon in the Iron Widow's hands. She drove through the county in her husband's black 1989 Corvette Stingray, and many swallowed hard and said their 'uh-oh's when she put on her hat and started that engine, zooming out of the garage to bring death somewhere.

Marla's friends will also remember a bandaged up bruised and bleeding mess, spending days and days on end covered in wounds in the medical bay, crying, drinking herself to sleep, staring at herself in near suicidal drunken stupor in the mirror, nude in the privacy of her lavish room, masturbating with a cold barrel of a revolver, fantasizing about being with her husband again.

My name is Mervin Ladigan, you can call me Merv. I'm a Marine Aviator. You have my sympathy, ma'am. After hearing that our briefing's had been a lie, and that not all of you are infected, that you survived here for 7 months... you have my word. I will no longer chase you. Rest easy...

(360.0) "Merv, this is Penny. As expected, Lisa refuses to get on that helicopter. I believe y'know what that means when the squad arrives. As for the rest of us, we ain't gonna sit around patiently and wait for 'em to find us. If you need anythin' to defend yourself from here on out, you let us know, man."

(360.0) "You've made things a lot harder for yourself, and I'd urge you to reconsider, the HQ contacted me and told me to stand by and assist with the search, putting me in a bad position. They are actively using the 907.0 frequency to communicate, and they told me to monitor 93.2 and send updates. I don't like your chances, or mine, against a team of those guys. They are designated Bravo Team, and Bravo Leader outranks me, being a captain. Anything he tells me to do is a direct order, and disobeying those is just as well a death sentence."

(360.0) “Sorry, sir. I appreciate the proper pickle this puts ya in, and rest assured, if there was a peaceful way outta this, I’d be first to choose it. I wish there was a way to ensure that you and I could shake hands on it, but the little lady changin’ her mind jus’ ain’t gonna happen. You can comply with your C.O.’s orders to find the girl, but I’m certain y’ain’t gonna pull it off in time. We ain’t gonna blame you if you keep your head down while this all blows over. Y’also gotta un’erstand, that we’re done with runnin’ and hidin’. We’re probably better off dead than livin’ in fear o’ USMC or UN or whoever else feels the need to hound us. They’re badass and outnumber us, but we got the home turf advantage. And Lisa, well, she’s family now. Used the ‘L’ word quite strongly in expressin’ her feelin’s with us. So unless you got enough Valium to put out ten horses AND ya lack a conscience for what family does for family, I suggest you undertake some malicious compliance towards your orders and lay low while you search a 100 by 100 foot patch o’ cozy lookin’ real estate. Hear the prices are crazy low right now. Thank you for your kindness.”

Mitch was a hard survivor. Those who met him described him as ruthless, but a few called him friend. Mitch perished when moving supplies and clearing a place of a swarm of zombies. A car, a van, and a trailer nearby, it was ultimately the winter and struggle for supplies that got Mitch surrounded on three sides. Desperation, overconfidence, and greed - are the apocalypse's most lethal tools.

Deadly with short blade, specializing in dual hunting knives, and sporting a modest 187 zombie kills, he wore a double holster with two pistols, a cool fedora, and a hitman's suit. With a dream to become a Gas Baron, he lucked out on finding a sledge hammer, and came up with a brilliant plan. Draining all vehicles of gasoline, and monopolizing gas so he can later sell it. Attempting to temper with operation of a certain gas station, he swung the hammer a bit too hard and drew attention of a horde hiding nearby. He fought for his life valiantly, but a sledgehammer does not make for a quick weapon. An adept superb of short blade, he lacked the skill with a heavy long blunt. His going away present has made us all a little more desperate and a little shorter on gas.

Rob made a safe haven for his community in a cabin he built with his two hands. He survived with a modest 250 kill count, which is still considerably impressive. Rob had one mission: to build a community. He found that community in his friends and associates at the cabin he laid the foundations for. He realized then he didn't want people, but a person - his lost love, a Knox County park ranger. He took the least valuable car from the cabin and drove to the ranger station she was placed at - cutting down trees on the overgrown dirt roads. The rain fell. Empty. He chopped his way north to the cabin. The storm developed. Empty. He wasn't well, having recently received a double fracture in his leg from a fall, and now in more isolation than he thought possible. A voice on the radio "bzzt-the camp-krrppzt". Forgetting his usual meticulous caution, Rob drove his way down to the lake, having to abandon his car due to the thickness of trees and his desperation for company - perhaps it was her voice on the radio. He limped around the lake to the camp, but all he found was dead and death. The fog, the storm, the splint on his damn leg and his lack of equipment - zombies spill from the doors and windows. He puts up a good fight, but he knows he faces the end. Eventually he is pulled down and is no longer alone.

During the grueling six months starting with New Year and ending in the late days of June, Shiro Nagai has undergone the most horror inducing and subtle transformation, that seeped into the nightmares of every survivor who has come in contact with his work. There are two ways to go about it. Either Dr. Nagai has suffered a serious psychotic afflicted following the traumatic episodes of losing his family's loss in a prior volcano incident, OR he has truly come into contact with a supernatural and dangerous entity known as Shiryo Mother. Through the months, he secluded himself in various remote hideouts and facilities, producing pages and pages of horrific, mad writings, ramblings, and losing stability by the day. Many survivors tried to find and help him, but Shiro was as clever as he was elusive. Misguided or not, Angela Linderman saw scientific method to his occult writings, as if his mind was still that of a scientist, while an occult force or sickness had overcome it. Soon it became apparent that Dr. Nagai was slowly changing into less and less recognizable shape, becoming unhinged, obsessed, and deeply affected by his findings, all culminating in him constructing a dark temple to The Mother, with aim to involve a group of survivors in a rebirth ritual. As Angela Linderman survived a single bite from an infected and beat down the virus, Shiro started referring to her as The Nurse, allocating her a role in his dark game. Angela was once again bitten, and that time, the infection took to her. As she neared the end, she became more invested in Shiro's ritual, hoping to unearth a clue about the vaccine, that might be hidden in the occult research. Ishida, Penny, Angela, and the corpse of deceased Tyler were the four participants in the ritual. They went in with a plan to fake some parts of it and subvert it, although Angela's mind was overtaken midway by some force or condition unknown, which resulted in the ritual going more towards the way Shiro wanted.

Tyler died as he lived. Wild, unruly, unbalanced, and untamed. He had no plan and no method in life nor in death. Raw talent, which had to be guided by others. The first follower. Exceptionally skilled with many useful tools, he himself was the exceptional tool. Pointed and directed by anyone other than himself, he achieved greatness and never took credit. King of the Sidelines. His last moments were in a poorly planned battle defending a lady he wasn't into during a romantic date he didn't want to go on. And such an epic demise is no sneeze to accomplish. What a day, first you learn that your crush got knocked up by your friend, a few hours later you're dead.

Be it as it may, Tyler died better than many, protecting Marla Murdoch's life during their improvised date night to Riverside. There truly wasn't a thing that Tyler was not part of. He's visited every major hideout, and most people benefited from his help. An expertly master carpenter, he's helped build and fortify many compounds, including Rob Langdon's lodge and Marla Murdoch's home. Ask any survivor out there, Tyler had a hand in their life.

After his demise, Marla Murdoch went back home, distraught and broken. She ripped up the beautiful blue dress she wore for the date, cut off her hair, and, once equipped and recovered by her friends from a suicide attempt, went back to Riverside to retrieve Tyler's body. To get to him, she cut out a good section of the Riverside infected, but by the time she got there, Tyler was already one of them. After attempting to communicate with Tyler and touch him, Marla realized that the man only wants to gnaw on her crotch in a feral manner. So, she had to incapacitate him permanently.

Poor Vanessa met a violent and quick death on the road to West Point when coming out of the woods into a charging swarm of infected. She was savvy and well equipped, but the numbers and the element of surprise were on the evil's side.