I AM BETELGEUSE. DESTROYER OF WORLDS.

Tyler Faulgrum, A 37 Year old with short blonde hair and blue eyes, Iraq war vet from "The Bloody First" turned mercenary who shortly AFTER the mist arrived was tasked with bringing in supplies for survivor groups throughout KY.

Tyler had a rough upbringing mostly due to his parents not being there most of his life due to their death in an accident. Spending most of his time as an orphan he didnt have much family and was mostly in the system, so he decided to join the army and fought in the Iraq war. After some time he came back with experience under his belt and nothing else better to do with his life so he became a mercenary for the highest bidder.

Adam Fairs, A 31 year old police officer in the force for 8 years, Blonde short hair, green emerald eyes and a short stubble beard. with a lean not too muscular build standing at 6'1. He has been hiding out in the police station with his guns and leftover rations while the mist has been going on slowly forcing those out one by one, now it was his turn to go out for supplies.

Gavin Blairse, A 6'1Thin but athletic Park ranger and hunter stuck alone in the off season during the fog at camp.

Having only made a vague appearance on a secret radio channel shared with Jack, not much is known about the person behind the drone that calls itself Bee.

• Enjoys a wide variety of music, ranging all the way from classical piano to electronic dubstep
• Hides voice, relying on beeping tones or written text to respond to queries
• Seems proficient in engineering, having attached a functional mechanical arm to a drone called Beetle
• Likes playing games, seemingly paying not much regard to the world's impending doom

Regina was in the middle of a nice Kentucky trip with her husband when the weather turned poorly.

For two months, she's enjoyed her extended vacation up in Fort Deputy, but after someone almost burnt the entire place down, she's finally had enough.

You've made her come down here.

Great.

Eve Starling

A young woman who lives alone in the forest, she excels at foraging in the woods, hunting, fishing, and living off the grid. Eve's father passed away when she was 16 and she buried him in the woods and continued the same life without him. When the mist hit, it barely changed her way of life other than a constant threat from creatures, monsters, demons, and the undead. Her real story begins here...now...

Davros Shintz was a road warrior following his time in the army. Being abandoned by his country made him a man of few friends and fewer enemies, as they often would met the end of his barrel out in the desert. An unkind man who's relationships are transactional, he was more prepared then most and traveled the highway when the mist rolled in. Making his way to Rosewood he found a fortified Fire station. Intending to kill and steal this location for his own survival, his gun was lowered at the sight of an old friend from his time on the road. With one person he knows and not having food to bunker down, it is time for the two to hit the road once more...

Lynus Stryker, A common thug caught in the crossfires of the mists and the military that scrounged up gear from the dead and ran for his life locking himself in the fire department of Rosewood for over a month, A huge believer in fate follows his lucky coin that he flips every day to make his decisions. now running low on supplies hes found an old friend and has decided its time to brave the mist.

Sir Kenneth Barclay is the father of Amelia Barclay. Kenneth's first wife Lorna, Amelia's mother, died when Mia was just 9 years old. He remarried and his second wife was a nightmare of a woman. When Kenneth realized his second wife Marie, was not only cheating on him but also driving Mia away, he divorced her. Kenneth and Mia live in Maine and after training his daughter in the ways of the sword she went on a soul searching quest for adventure. Kenneth is in his late 40's, 6'4", has dark brown hair and also carries a sword. He's strikingly handsome and very wealthy, strong, smart, and resourceful. Before Mia's soujourn he implanted her hand with a GPS tracker and placed one in each hilt of the swords Mia carried.

The signal stopped at a mall in Kentucky and has not progressed towards Mia's goal in the Florida Keys. Kenneth is suspicious something went wrong and is on a search for his beloved daughter.

Joseph Deagan was an operator stationed in Fort Knox before the mist came. His squad was wiped out en route to Louisville, where they were supposed to rendezvous with other surviving squads. They never made it to Valley Point before the humvee broke down and he had to hoof it. He awoke one evening on a makeshift lookout post, perhaps constructed by the homeless, where he had broken down in exhaustion. He awoke bathed in cold sweat. Memories of seeing the others ripped apart, and his CO being dragged into a pile of monsters with screams. He's all alone and his radio got lost in the shuffle.

Andrea Watts is a former police officer turned private investigator after a horrific incident involving her previous partner Jeff. He was killed in front of her while they were checking out an anonymous tip of a floater in a park that matched the MO of the perp they were after. Andrea rarely shares the details of this event. Afterwards, she moved from her home town in Texas to Louisville, Kentucky to start a new life. In Louisville, Andrea often called 'Andy', met a gentleman named Artrex who, like herself, turned to private investigating after a previous career. They became work partners and Artrex took Andrea on as his assistant. When the mist hit, Andy was in the parking lot getting ready to go into the mall to buy some new camera equipment and supplies for her work. She tried to drive a bit down the road and ended up pulling over. She hid in the car for about a week or two then heard Artrex on her radio, so she made her way to the mall one quiet night.

Andrea is 27 years old, approximately 5'7" with red hair and blue eyes. She is a fast learner, modest and intelligent, a patient observer, and has impeccable detecting abilities as well as swift deductive reasoning skills. Andy's brain is always racing with questions and thoughts, so she rarely sleeps and if she does, it's for a short period.

Ex Marine Medic turned private investigator of the age of 31.He used to have his own private office in Louisville taking odd jobs and searching for the wanted and escapees almost like a bounty hunter. The man had a weird upbringing of an only child with his parents dying at the age of 13. He went into a lot of different boarding schools and wound up spending most of his time working on himself and eventually joined the marines in combat as a medic, later leaving due to his rebelliousness and nosiness, nearly landing himself in Prison. After opening his own practice he later hired an assistant who would later help him out very much on his new ventures.

When the mist started he has lived moving house to house using up what he could find and keeping quiet only fighting when he needs to. He than saw a few people roaming around a mall with the lights on and decided to do some investigating himself and also to meet some more people and find out more secrets....

Lealand Adams Is a 31 year old US Marine combat medic with a serious attitude, he tries to maintain his squad at all cost patching them up best he can. He got cut off from his squad on his way out of Louisville when everyone was rushing out of the city. Traveling on his own by foot in order to find survivors maybe other Marines? Using his survival instincts and skills learned from training he found a small place to bunk down for one night but he couldn't stay long, as they would soon gather. So he set off again in search of more Marines or any signs of Civilians to protect and aid, Armed with only his hunting knife, M16A1 Suppressed and a pack of dwindling meds and MRE's.

Carl Winters is a a 24 year old young man Combat Engineer with the US Army 1st ECB, B Company. He grew up in Illonois near the great lakes, his childhood was relatively carefree which carried over into his adulthood for better or worse and although he struggled in school with certain subjects, he passed and upon graduation he signed up with the Army as combat engineer, reaching the rank of Private First Class by the time of the mist

Personality wise he's a carefree person, eager to get into the action no matter what it is, especially if it involves explosions which he adores, he just loves the smell of a nice big boom in the morning which is ironic considering he's a bit of pessimist, maybe even a doomer. While there isn't much he dislikes one thing he can't stand are moody slackers, perhaps due to getting chewed up few times in the boot camp for that exactly

Following the so called "Campfire Incident" on 22nd of November, as 4 seperate people witnessed his body turn into a crisp from flames. Couple minutes later Carl would seemingly appear out of thin air behind them, good as new. According to his own claims he went to Hell as he had "enough Sin points" and met the Devil himself, whom he claims is actually very chill person and they played Shadow The Hedgehog together. Despite those outlandish claims when asked how's he back alive he appears to unable to answer beyond that he lost a bet, when inquired further about said bet he seems to unable to remember what sort of bet did he lost, in general since then Winters have occasional memory lapses of new events, implying that side effect of his revival was some form of short term memory loss or impairment.

Whatever may have happend, him suddenly coming back alive certainly grants him some benefit of the doubt.

Jonathan Taylor A U.S Marine gone AWOL after being told to shoot civilians that haven't even turned. He is a tough and rough man with the scars to match his rough upbringing, he used to only love beer, woman and hanging out with his war buddies but now it all changed now that the fog rolled in. He took off from Louisville to look for one of his old war buddies that he hopes is still around the area. Will he make it through the fog? Is honor enough to get through these dark times?

Just an average survivor :)

A slimy state DOC office from Ryall State Prison, he's the kind of person that you can just tell by looking at him that he's corrupt CO

According to his own statement he was part of the prison transport to Wayside Maximum Security Penitentiary when the mist rolled it, which initially they didn't mind. It wasn't until they hit something flying in front of them, bus got out of control rolled over into a ditch, killing most inmates and guards alike, last thing he heard before passomg out was his escort cruiser crew stopping up on the road and jumping down to check out on them, couple hours later, he woke up in some bed on a farm

His ambulance nor his still alive buddies never managed to reach the hospital due to everyone becoming painfully aware of what was happening and so they were stuck there for a long time, they're safe and prisoners are long dead, except for him as Sewell was convinced he was still out there, alive: Inmate RS-273A

See, back before fog. they made a deal, his side of the deal that he was unwilling to a carry out, after he had just received Sewell's part of the deal completely. Naturally, Officer Sewell did not appreciate that one bit...So, he still looking, even after his safe house had mostly fell apart.

Part of the nameless hungry horde drawn to the mall by the glow of taillights in the mist.

Pearl never had an easy life; married at a young age to a promising young soldier, Pearl soon found herself a widow with a son to raise by herself. She did her best to shield him from the horror of the modern world coddling Mark often. Until one hot summer day when another local child went missing and Pearl realized that maybe it was the world that needed protecting from her darling boy.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

Erik is a lean man and tall man of mixed Finnish-Hispanic heritage , his arms bearing scars left behind by careless accidents while working. He's kept his dark hair short for a long while. He has a stubble on him presently, seeing no real reason to shave it. All-in-all he's quite handsome and his healthy lifestyle has only further accentuated that, despite being thirty-nine years old. A noticeable feature of his are his expressive eyes.

He's a man built for survival. The month at the cabin was hard on him, but he survived. He's well-built and his true strength lies in his athleticism. He was a track runner during his time in school back home, and kept it as a hobby to the present day.

PERSONALITY:

Erik is a man of some intellectual capacity, always ready to to do work and make something of himself, to a large degree. He's ambitious, very much-so. To someone who doesn't know him, his ambition might be off-putting, but in truth he's using it as a coping method. Dreaming big, achieving those dreams and then moving on. He's the talkative sort, though primarily to pass the time. Perhaps because of his attractiveness and his talkative nature, he seems a charismatic sort, a quality which he has not used for some time.

Why? Because behind the veneer of a good-natured gunsmith lies a deeply angry and sad man. His family is most probably dead. He never saw his parents' fate, nor his daughter's... and hope was a dangerous thing now. His late wife though... well, the less said the better.

The problem lies in the fact that Erik finds himself again and again directing that deep anger, that sadness... that hatred, toward things of worth, but what if and when he runs out?

BACKSTORY:

The Gadolin family's history is a long one, assuming one cared about chemistry or physics, for the family traces its lineage to Johan Gadolin, a prominent Finnish chemist of the 18th and 19th century, one who lived to the ripe old age of ninety-two and had nine children.

None of that really mattered, of course, aside for Erik, who considered Johan a personal idol of his. Regardless, Erik's family moved to the United States, settling in Kentucky in the 1930s.

His father, John, a third-generation immigrant was connected quite seriously to his own grandfather's home country of Finland, and would often bring the extended family with him on trips there, being a quite generous man. He could afford to be, for he had become quite rich.

You see, John was a chemist, a university graduate with a bachelor's degree in industrial chemistry. A profession that brought the Gadolin family much prosperity. He married his high-school sweetheart, Jennifer Velázquez and Erik would prove to be their only child.

As a result, Erik grew up in privileged circumstances in Riverside, but he never found himself quite fitting in. Of course, he made the effort, he would have been a bad son if he hadn't. He went to church with his family, to social gatherings and to various parties, some of which he hosted himself, with his 'friends'.

All those trips to Finland were a refuge for Erik. One which he relished. For a time he considered moving there, living out in the forest, away from all the hustle bustle. After he graduated from High School he even planned it all out, yet that would all come crashing down when he was approached by a girl, Yumiko Yanagi, who came to him with an earnest offer, but a bizarre one to Erik. She wanted to hang out, but as it turned out, her idea of hanging out involved shooting... lots and lots of shooting.

Yumiko was a transplant of sorts, with her mother having moved to Kentucky with her American boyfriend. She had a dual citizenship between Japan and the US. Her dad, the Japanese one, was apparently some sort of big-shot back in Japan. Yumiko herself however was an enthusiast in all things American and a professed gun-nut.

At first Erik considered her a gold-digger. Why else would a pretty girl approach someone like him? In hindsight this was quite the sexist way of seeing things, but Erik had grown up in quite the traditional family, for better or worse.

Unfortunately for Erik, he became smitten with the girl, despite his initial misgivings as Yumiko proved to be able to break down all his barriers. She even considered him to go into the firearm business, with her big dreams of running her own gun store... and Erik would be her ever-loyal gunsmith. How could he say no?

So that is what he did. He studied, he learned and became an expert in the field, with a particular focus on the internal workings of firearms. Switch out the firing pin there, grease it all up inside, shave that part off, oh and of course pawn off the woodworking parts to his co-students. A good leader delegates, after all, as his father always told him.

Before Erik even noticed it, a decade had passed, he'd been approved by the ATF, his girlfriend and later-to-be wife would gain a license to sell, own and maintain firearms. She became a firearm distributor, and with his father's somewhat reluctant backing, the two opened a rustic shop in West Point.

The two would marry in 2011, having been in a relationship for a long time, yet Yumiko's sudden pregnancy would force their hand. Only two months after their marriage a beautiful girl would be born, whom they would name Lily, after Yumiko's favorite flower.

Together the family of three would prosper, with little Lily growing up around her father, as he toiled away in the back of their store, fixing guns, engraving them sometimes and generally living a peaceful life, despite all the firearms the family was around. Of course, Erik and Yumiko kept up their shared of hobby shooting.

That all would come crashing down in 2019 when Yumiko was diagnosed with breast cancer, a thing that would ultimately crush the two, as their idyllic reality broke apart. Erik would take over Yumiko's duties at the state as she battled the cancer. Yet, despite her best attempts, and Erik's desperate pleas to a God he had never really believed in, Yumiko would pass away only two years later, surrounded by family.

Suffice it to say, this devastated Erik and drove him to focus on his work, leaving his ten-year-old daughter to be cared for and raised by his parents and the occasional hired nanny. He focused on his work, and came home late, perhaps out of the sheer pain his daughter's looks gave him, for they were painfully reminiscent of his late wife.

Of course, there came times when he tried to rekindle their relationship, but Lily was soon to be a pre-teen, and things hardly looked favorable. Regardless, Erik did try his hand at bringing her to hunting trips and the like, remembering her interest in them when he and Yumiko had gone on them.

One such attempt came in August third of 2023, as Erik had left for rural Kentucky, Muldraugh, to be specific, to prepare for a hunting trip of a few days. He had even rented out a cabin, and had been preparing it... that is, until the fog came in.

The screams, the inhuman noises and the unknown would force Erik to remain inside, despite his desperate wishes to leave, to find his daughter and parents, for she had been staying with them in Riverside. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, for his continuous survival, he was fully able to stay where he was, staying alive with the canned food that had been stocked up at the cabin by its owners.

A month and more passed by, and the noises subsided, and Erik grew ever more melancholic, as the radio told him no good news. He had failed his family. For a time he resigned himself to either starving to death is his remote hidey-hole, but as food ran out, and desperation rose, eventually he was forced out to his car.

Outside was... almost impossible to see, but what he did see were... for the lack-of-a-better term, monsters. Zombies, perhaps, who roamed the woods. They ran faster than most people, and Erik was forced to put down a few with his rifle. It was cathartic, watching their rotten blood spill, but it would prove a costly mistake, as that sounds would draw far worse things than simple undead to him.

Erik would scarcely see them, before he got inside his car, but he did hear them. Sheer fear drove him to drive away as fast as he could, but luck was not in his favor, as he began to run out gas.

Just barely he managed to make it to the main road, and from there, he followed the lights to the Crossroads Mall, which seemed to be inhabited. He would not be able to make it to his parent's house, he realized then, but then again, it was doubtful his family still remained there anyway.

So, despite his misgivings, he stopped at the parking lot, got out and ran like hell toward that damned mall...

Mia Barclay is a quiet reserved woman who has little trust for humanity and very few friends. Not much is known about this sword wielding woman other than she comes for a long line of Scottish royalty. Is she just an over-zealous cosplayer or a real monster slayer?

Mia grew up in a rural community in the north and has been traveling southwards in search of adventure. She was in Kentucky when the mist hit.

Aleksander Lex, The park ranger turned monster slayer went on a rampage after the mist started and all of his campers have slowly gotten eaten turned or killed. He found his new trusty Stryker shotgun and blasted his way through all he could with no one left he hopped in the jeep and drove off Pissed and full of rage gunning down whatever he can, he made his way through the forest from out in the country towards Louisvillle only to see more destruction and death. He than seen the Lit up mall deciding he'd see if there were any survivors there as it'd had been weeks since he'd seen a live human being. Finally he pulled up in his Jeep ready to Kick ass and Take names and save some dames!

Mikki Castigliani was always a punk ass bitch. Born with an attitude problem and little else to her name, a life of petty crime was easy to fall into, pickpocketing and burglary being her preferred methods for easy money. Originally from Staten Island, Mikki made her way south due to several outstanding warrants in the Tri-State area and settled into town when she didn’t have the cash to catch another bus. There, she made friends with other local scum bags, finding camaraderie in the dirty basements and half remembered parties. She started dating Chase, a biker and bartender. The pair had plans to take off together, to execute a small series of thefts and ‘retire’ far away, but it wasn’t long before Mikki got pregnant. So they moved into a little apartment, welcomed a baby girl named Scarlet, and tried to be normal.

However, old habits die hard. Whenever Mikki was in need of money, usually it was just easier to lift a purse here or slip into a window there. And it was one of those times on the day everything went wrong. Leaving Chase and Scarlet at home, Mikki went to hit a large house several towns over. While she was pulling cash from the safe, Chase called her, voice urgent when she answered. Something was happening. She had to come home. Sounds of chaos in the background. Scarlet crying. Chase yelling. And then nothing. Only more sounds of chaos, this time not through the phone but on the street outside.

Mind reeling, knowing something awful had just happened to her family, Mikki panicked and locked down the security system of the large, fancy house. The fear kept her there for weeks, not moving even when the owners of the house tried to get in. Fuck ‘em, she thought. But when she ran out of food, she was forced to leave and make a desperate trip to find other survivors.

Kelly Brown is a typical Derby attending debutante. She was born and raised in the bluegrass state to a very wealthy and elite family and loves all things Kentucky. She was a cheerleader, even was captain of the squad and homecoming queen in high school. Kelly went to college for dance and physical education and at one point wanted to coach ladies gymnastics at UK...Go Wildcats!! Her parents are extremely wealthy and since Kelly is an only child, she has been spoiled her entire life.

Kelly is 22 years old and has a slim, petite, athletic body. She has blonde hair, large blue-gray eyes, is 5'4" tall, and weighs approximately 124 pounds. She has perfect teeth and a big warm smile. She speaks with a southern drawl but in a highly excited and bubbly, vivacious voice. She drives a white BMW convertible and rarely works for any extended time, she even still lives at home with her parents but sometimes stays in their lakehouse in the country. Kelly is all about showing off her parents wealth and living a life of luxury and leisure. She is best friends with Jennefer Brooks and met Hadley Beaumont once at Jenn's family reunion barbeque last summer.

Notes: Kelly was supposed to meet her friend Jenn at the mall but ran into an old friend from school Hank who lived nearby. She was in his house when the mist enveloped the mall. Hank went out to investigate and never returned. One night Kelly saw the mall lights on and a clear path, so she ran for her life and never looked back, snuck into the mall, and slept in a bathroom stall near the food court. She also posed for a risque photoshoot without her parents knowledge for a large sum of money under the fake name Candy Kennedy. Kelly is known for her southern slang and ragin parties. All she cares about is parties, boys, laughing, looking beautiful, cheerleading, gymnastics, and spending her parents money.

Sky Hess is a POSER, She knows it and so did everyone else in the roach's but that never mattered to Kate. Having been kicked out of her private school for fighting Sky was forced to instead complete her GED, now a highschool drop out she had little motivation in life beyond the next party. One Drunken night out on the town She met Kate and was offered a spot and with nothing else in her life accept an absent father and an empty McMansion Sky eagerly accepted. Eventually with Kates encouragement she went back to school to finish her CNA training and spent a few years as a caregiver for a woman named Pearl. Now the Mist is here and Kate is gone.

Mark was raised in a deeply religious home by his grandmother Pearl, who he lived with until the mist fell. His strict upbringing left little time for friends and hobbies until one autumn day when he was called to dance. His Life consisted of practicing in secret and working at the pizza shop, then at night he would dre4ss up and find the music and his next dance partner. This continued for sometime until he landed a gig as a background dancer on a public access show called the "Spirit Shuttle", due to the disappearance of a prior cast member. Mark sheltered in camp Foxwood, but has recently been seen again dancing through the silent halls at strange hours.

The man himself, the ever so elusive half brother of Liam Crawford and the Deputy Chief of Virology at CDC & now also exhausted CERA Field Agent

As Liam put it, out of the two, he was always the smarter, stronger, faster and better in general whether thats true or not is up to how much of it was low self esteem on Liam's part

People think of him as Calm, Cold, Calculated. He tends to overwork himself, given by his near constant bags under the eyes, his job is his life, for better and worse, failure is not defeat for him, merely a temporary setback. He's a bit rough around the edges but caring under it, he just can't show it, especially now where people need to be strong and decisive..

For a nerd...he does pack quiet the punch, armed with his trusty pointman standard CERA/CDC issued Mossberg 500, P226 & Nightstick, he head out to reach "that" mall accompanied by Sgt. John Briscoe from the LMPD, the man liam spoke to over the radio for his last 2 weeks...

No banging just hanging

As fearless leader of Fort Deputy, this cowboy-looking sheriff became the savior of the Mall from Day 1.

A tall, strong, and domineering presence, Jasmine "Jazz" Collins stands out wherever she roams. When her twin brother Jesiah asked her to join their punk rock band Cyclopean Abominations, and act as their vocalist front and center stage, it took little coaxing to convince Jazz to crack her knuckles and scream out Evan's lyrics till ears bled and angels wept. This foul-mouthed 30-year-old hellion is a beacon of attitude and rebellion.

Stranded in Riverside, she was looking far and wide for her other friends from the flophouse and the band. No such luck. All she kept finding were psycho zombies and mutants. Driving across the countryside and slowly cracking from the isolation, she searched for other survivors. When her journey took her through West Point, she found the Valley Station bridge clogged by a colossal amount of abandoned cars. A gray giant stood there with huge, stone fists; a lone guardian, denying her passage. She backed up, floored the gas pedal, and crashed her truck right into the giant. It wasn't even enough to fell the beast. Nearly dying in the collision, she still managed to roll out of the busted cabin, then kick the lumbering brute's head repeatedly till its skull cracked.

After recovering and washing the blood off her leather, she walked to the other end of the bridge, where she found a hotwired jeep. She seized the vehicle and continued north, figuring she might stumble into a refugee camp or military post in Louisville. A trail of bodies drew her attention, suggesting that other survivors may be hidden off the highway, and she followed the corpses all the way to the mall. After circling the structure in the jeep, she banged on the doors, suspecting living people were holed up inside. They opened up. After a short standoff at gunpoint, the mall's denizens admitted her into the fortified structure—immediately recognized by V2, fellow compatriot from the Riverside crew.

Jazz had survived her death march, and she was going to make it everybody's problem.

a 64 year old Farmer from near March Ridge, when he woke up that day early in the morning he thought it was gonna be another weekend at the hunting cabin deep in South Pine Forest, took his rifle, put on the warm clothes, some supplies for himself and to resupply cabin's storage, fed the animals, watered the plants, got into his pickup and was on his way. Who would have thought this simple mist would change everything. Inititally he didn't realize something was wrong, he figured he's gonna have to wait for weather to get better and went inside the cabin. It wasn't until the day two when it really hit the fan and he was...It as it wrecked his truck. After some time, he couldn't stay any longer and took the little supplies he got left and attempted to reach back to his farm. Predictably, his farm was in shambles, with most of the animals either gone or as a rooting carcasses, the barn destroyed & the house looking like something rammed into it, tearing down one of the walls.

He scavanged whatever he could and kept on walking, and walking. and walking....

Until...on his last pieces of food he reached the Mall, its lights glowing of warmth, out of options. He had to got in, especially now that one of those tail freaks spotted him, which he didn't hear or see at first. Crazy how fast one can crawl into a dark gooey and bloody vent to escape certain death.

Its really impressive for old guy like him with eyesight & hearing problem to have lived for so long.

Timothy Tanem, An anti-social solitary kid of the age of 20, just barely realized the apocalypse had happened as he was hiding out in his room working on his latest "projects" anyway. Not built for fighting in any way physically or mentally, he's always kept up in skill and intellect working in many different trades earning himself the name TnT (Tricks & Trades). He seems to look well shaven with a baby face with a sharp nose and grey eyes, black short pushed back to either side. He finally ate up all his food storage that he saved for a moment just like this that he swore would happen like in one of those crazy video games. All out of food he made a last ditch effort in the company van he was loaned from his internship to go to the one place he knows that has everything! at least he hopes it still does....The Mall.

Captain Michael Carver...quiet the character

born in Portland, a 36 year old Captain in the Oregon Army National Guard, member of 82nd Cavalry Regiment, not much else is known about him to mall survivors as he wasn't there for long before he drove back to Louisville.

His superiors describe him as sarcastic, cocky bastard thats either incredibly brave or stupid and is exact kind of CO for the emergency at this. He doesn't take anyones shit which didn't exactly lend him a favor with Colonel Monterro, a polar opposite him of him in charge of Louisville.

On the other hand, his subordinates describe him as straight to point, no nonsense calculated CO that is not afraid to take drastic measures for sake of everyone. He's what you would describe as lawful neutral or evil

a JTF member with a dubious intent, but...one that you will have to believe in

Arthur Stone was born Arthur Pretto, but Stone sounded more heroic once shit hit the fan.

He is a lumberjack/bartender/brewer by day but a knight at heart by night. A knight by night? Forgive the pun!

Arthur is a HEMA guy. Historic European Martial Arts, or Western Martial Arts (he'll lecture you on the difference, show you all the links and references on all the forums, and quiz you later to see if you're following) This young man at 28, studies the 14th century historic fencing works of Johannes Liechtenauer, Paulus Kal, Hans Talhoffer, Peter von Danzig (And Pseudo von Danzig), Joachim Meyer and Peter Falkner, Hans Lekuchner and Andre Lignitzer. He's read the Codex Wallerstein front to back 4 times, trolls Wiktenauer daily, and has every single book by Christian Tobler and Guy Windsor, as well as Jason Smith's Burgundian Polaxe on his shelf. He embraces the Italian Fiorist tradition as well, respecting both Fiore de Liberi and Filippo de Vadi.

Arthur was hoping for something like The Mist to happen so that he can prove to himself and to the world that HEMA works. Firm believer in the force of arms and prevalence of technique over brawn, he does not lack either. What he lacks is a firm grasp on reality, but can you blame him right now?

He's been rolling down the highway and slaying anything he can, until his bike broke down and he had to run for his life. But see, running in armor is really a bitch. So Arthur really needed some shelter. A convenient happenstance brought Arthur upon a giant insect trying to break into a mall. Arthur killed it and crawled inside the hole it made in a barricade. Prudently, Arthur closed the door behind himself.

Night, night, dark, dark. Not make a light, not a spark.

Woes, threads of woes, they make threads of our toes.

In the night bad things, flapping wings, chittering wings,

Chattering wings, the misty night air brings, bad things,

Wings, in the dark, bad wings, bad, drove, drove little Billy mad.

Bobby dead, Johnny dead, Tommy dead, and Mikey dead.

Mannie dead, Lenny dead, many dead, none ahead.

Hungry, eat, hungry, eat. Find a tasty tasty treat.

Can't go fishing in the river, wings of night make Billy shiver.

Picking berry, picking bug, egg and bird, worm and slug.

Mushroom eat and eat the meat, Bobby's meat and Johnny's meat.

Tommy's meat and Mikey's meat, Mannie's, Lenny's, Benny's meat.

Ginny's, Larry's, Terry's meat, lady with umbrella's meat,

Mister with a crowbar's meat, lady in the pink shorts meat,

Peter's meat and Mary's meat, Suzan's meat and Sandy's meat.

Save Patrick's meat, and save Lawrence's. For special occurrences.

Where can little Billy hide? What hiding place is Billy sized?

Jackson Walker is a young man who worked in the taconite industry in Minnesota and often did some metalworking on the side along with fishing as hobbies. A few days before the fog hit, Jackson was informed that some family members were going to Nashville Tennessee to visit his Uncle for his birthday. Right before the fog hit, he was visiting the mall to look for a gift and other items when the fog hit, and in turn he was stuck with the other survivors. Jackson was one of the first people to start putting up barriers on windows and doors using his knowledge of metal. He doesn’t know what became of his family.

Terry Fyste (pronounced "Fist") is an ordinary young man who likes anime.

He was on his way to find some new Shounen manga to read, but instead found himself to be the protagonist of his very own Parasyte spinoff season.

Is he going to save the Mall from certain doom and defeat the evil mutant monsters once and for all?

Or will he succumb to their overwhelming power and numbers?!

Find out on the next episode of TERRY FYSTE.

Somehow having survived in her friend's house in the nearby neighborhood for almost a month, Rebecca hid from the creatures outside. Only after one of them chewed through the power cables did she try to escape. She took Jane's car and fled down the roads with no goal in sight, other than swerving around the mist creatures like a maniac on wheels. She totaled two cars and escaped into the woods to shake her horrible pursuers, only to stumble up to the only source of light she could see: The Mall.

Desperate to find a way inside, she banged on all entrances until Kid Prinssi noticed her and opened a door for Rebecca, allowing the terrified woman inside. She was a nervous wreck, wracked by horrible trauma, and stammering about having been forced to murder friends to survive. Tallulah treated her and found Rebecca to be physically fine, aside from a self-inflicted injury that happened when Rebecca punched a mirror in the bar bathroom.

Heir to the Jameson family—Jameson of Irish whiskey fame—Rebecca is a petite and slender woman in her forties. When she is not suffering from PTSD flashbacks, she can be energetic and observant, if not occasionally tactless. Clearly, she lived a life of luxury before the mist. Judging by her physique, she has been staying in excellent shape all her life.

According to Linda's census, Rebecca is an organizer. According to a conversation with Jack "V2" Jones, Rebecca is a housewife and thriller/mystery writer. She volunteered to investigate the strange events in and around the mall, hoping to shed some light on its bizarre riddles, and find answers to the many questions plaguing the survivors.

Elizabeth 'Liz' Harte is a beautifully broken young woman who grew up dirt poor and surrounded by shady family. She smokes, she drinks, she does drugs, and she fights...even been arrested a few times. Liz is mouthy and often that mouth leads her to trouble. She swears like a drunken sailor and has zero filter for her mouth. Liz means what she says and says what she means. Often she has her guard up, since she's been the victim of scams and setups, even from her own family at an early age. Liz is far from trustworthy but she has a spirit like one of an unstoppable meth addict on a 3 week bender mixed with the anger of a demon bursting with wrath and rage. Liz is approximately 27 years old, quite thin and small framed but don't let that fool you. She has brown curly hair and light brown eyes.

Hadley Beaumont is a typical southern girl and comes from a very traditional southern family. She was born and raised in Savannah, Georgia and has two older brothers and one older sister making her the youngest of her kin. As a young adult, Hadley roamed the southern states before finally moving to Kentucky eight months ago to stay with her cousin. She was hoping to start a new life in the bluegrass state and clearly running from something or someone from her past. She usually dresses very plain in flannel or corduroy with jeans and a plain t-shirt, although her mother would likely disapprove of Hadley's attire. Hadley tries very hard to go unnoticed but it seems no matter what or where she goes, she gets noticed by everyone. She has a sarcastic, dry humor and you can never tell if she's serious or joking. She enjoys sweet sun tea with mint and a good old-fashioned home cooked southern meal like fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, biscuits with gravy, and mashed potatoes or a summertime classic southern seafood boil. Hadley has a thing for off-roading, big trucks, country music, horses, barbeques, and bourbon. She is single and tends to gravitate towards strong, powerful, usually unavailable, southern gentlemen. She speaks with a thick southern accent and a raspy voice. Hadley has a bit of an untamed wild spirit within her much like one of her idols, the fictional character Scarlett O'Hara from the classic movie Gone with the Wind.

Senior Assistant Chief Forester, Park Ranger Banner's had a tough journey from the cabin in the woods to the mall. It's going to be even tougher to get back. At least he bought what he needed, gas for his truck and some groceries. But then the fog rolled in, and he's been stuck here ever since, just like the rest of us.

Lance has been with Fish and Wildlife for 8 years. Overseeing Kentucky National Parks is no trivial matter. A park ranger needs to know even more stuff than a police officer in some cases. Not only are you expected to issue citations, fines, or even make arrests and neutralize threats, you're also required to uphold nature preservation and Fish and Game regulations. A perfect mix of bureaucracy and outdoorsmanship, an explosive keg for one's psyche.

Lance loves fishing, loves animals, loves trees, plants, nature. He is an expert at hiking, trapping, foraging, and camping. He always packs a spare pair of socks. He knows which mushroom and which berry not to eat. He's calm and speaks with a tone of quiet authority on the subjects he is competent in. In areas not close to him, he defers to the betters. Lance is easy to get along with.

As recently revealed, Lance has combat training from having spent 4 years in the army, including being deployed as a vehicle mount technician in Iraq.

Lena Porter, not much is known about this woman or if this is even her real name. She claims to be a private investigator, whether this is true or not, nobody knows. She is sneaky, quiet, smart. Your parents warned you to be careful of the quiet ones...Lena is no exception to the rule. She is calculating and clever, and almost always has a hidden agenda. Usually dressed in all black and sometimes goth, Lena likes dark things. She stands at 5'6", is approximately 30 years old, 135 pounds, has jet black hair, and big blue cat eyes. She appears educated and well put together. Lena was shopping for a new laptop and a set of binoculars when the event happened or at least that's what she might say.

Secretly, Lena is actually the lead witch or high priestess of a coven where Britney practiced witchcraft in Louisville. She knew Britney was going to be in danger the day of the event and followed her to the mall that day. She, in reality, is also an expert cat burglar and is usually after rare artifacts and extremely valuable items.

Tired of hiding behind the other survivors as more and more of them perish to the mist, Ethan finally steps up and offers to help. In the initial days, he mostly only ever carried things and did some heavy lifting while the others displayed all their skills and knowledge in building things.

He's a tall and awkward slacker who keeps giving conflicting answers about his background. Most likely, he's an unemployed loser or a drug dealer. Ethan claims he was here on vacation when the world went to hell. But who goes on vacation to Kentucky?

Jennefer Brooks is a geeky computer engineer who spends most of her free time in front of a screen. She lives alone and works in Louisville as a product manager for a software company. Jenn comes from a very weathly family who were once a part of the 'elite south'. She grew up on her parents thoroughbred farm and often attended the derby. In her early twenties, she developed a rebellious side and moved out of her wealthy parents controlling home to make a life for herself.

Jenn is stubborn, intelligent, head-strong, and rebellious

5'9" pale with brown hair and light brown eyes

often will act like she did not come from a weathy well known Kentucky family

she enjoys the company of horses over people

she has a tattoo on her left wrist of the name "Jersey" in cursive writing

Once a former dancer, gymnast, and model Linda Connor (now Swanson) had a fairly successful career. Only retiring after meeting James Swanson and her future stepson Jamie while traveling abroad for her work, she soon fell in love and decided to become a stay at home mother. She keeps herself occupied by snooping on the neighbors and coddling her step son. Linda will stop at nothing to protect her family.

Inscrutable, awful, furious. This mysterious individual broke into the mall, armed with nothing but a metal rod, and went on a rampage. But he only left a mess and destroyed things in his way. What was his objective? Why did he not attack anybody? What has he done? His yells carried his rage through the halls. Then he was gone.

Emma is a nurse practitioner by trade. She works for a radiology office but has some previous experience in emergency care. Em is single and lives on her own with her 2 Schnauzers, Mittens and Shultzie. Emma likes walks in the park with her dogs and reading weird occult books while sipping coffee or tea. Her friends would describe her as quiet, shy, introverted, sarcastic, snarky, and yet peaceful. She can be a bit nerdy and gets excited when it comes to talking about topics she loves but otherwise she's usually very quiet and observant.

Emma is 5'5" has auburn brown hair and large brown eyes

Approx 135 lbs, slim and athletic body frame

goes by "M" or "Em"

Often wearing lots of silver jewelry

Liam's a 23 year old, young EMT within West Point Fire Department with less than a year on the job and a rookie Fire Marshall on the side due to budget cuts. At the time of the event he & his superior were investigating mall's arcade room in regards to complaint filed by one of the customers. After completing their job they were heading back to their SUV when fog rolled in and...lets just say only he and his superiors right arm came back to the mall.

Beside being someone shocked & traumatised, he's a calm & kind albeit insecure person however he does have his own "moments" where he's arguably opposite of his normal self, being ruthless, calculated and even sarcastic, its hard to gauge whether this is a result of some sort of coping mechanism due to events that unfolded or was that always in him supressed. Being pretty small & nimble, making him difficult to spot at the cost of not having as much of a punch, making him more a runner than brawler. His family originates from Michigan and has a older half brother from his dad's first miariage, whom works at CDC in Druid Hills, Atlanta, Georgia

Leo left Salt Lake City when he was fifteen. Though that is not where he is from. Even for a good wager, he would not tell you the name of his mother or father. All he had inherited from the past was his given name and a lust for the trades. He worked many professions- first in manufacturing, then in city maintenance. In an industrial zone of Los Angeles, he had run for corporate city council and won. One local politician remembered the post-election gala, and Leopold Konig, in particular. “It was the way he danced.” She recollected with a demeanour reflecting the fleeting reminiscence. “It didn’t matter who was there, his opponents even- he always offered to dance with them. He was affable beyond his means.” Another said: “To this day I’ve never met someone without eyebrows convey so much in a damn jig of their leg or a wave of their hand. He baffled the locals and politico's alike.”

Leo grew. And he did not stop growing. Time moved quickly for him, and by the age of thirty-five he looked near fifty. He moved to Flint, Michigan, already wealthy, and left wealthier. He moved to Virginia, ‘a grandson of the Coal Wars.’ After a stint in mining, Leo went west again. Leo has an impressive resumé: laid rail spikes, laboured in the construction of dams, worked security detail for gold mines, survived California politics, and dug Virginia coal. Now, Leo sweeps the floors of Kentucky’s premiere shopping destination. “I fit in here. And I like people watching. There’s plenty of different tradesmen here to watch at work.” Leopold said during a Louisville city council meeting. “And besides, a man should have more than one trade. Specialization is for insects.” Leopold worked the evening shift, and when the lights went out and the mist rolled in, he finished his routine and disappeared into the maintenance corridors. Then the sounds of panic, of shouting, of broken doors, of escape and return. The janitor smiled.

Leopold seemed entirely unphased by the supernatural occurrences. So long as they had some modicum of reality to them- a humanoid body, that of a sea creature or bird- he could fathom it. Most of what the Mist offered could somehow be justified in the Janitor's imagination. The evening the West Loading Bay was brutally assaulted by what the Janitor described as "A Bull and a Demon" was when he met his demise. Ever concerned about 'The Mall,' his concerns were well founded when a bull-sized spawn of satanic fury sliced through the loading bay garage door and three steel shelves as though they were melted butter. After alerting the mall, Leopold and Jack split on the upper floor. The last sounds of the Janitor were the emptying of a .45 magazine, a triumphant wallop, laughter, and then silence. The Janitor's corpse wandered the Mall. When he bled out, his arms, legs, and torso had each lost a dozen pounds of flesh. Behind him, the sawed off legs of the Demon. He was smiling.

The Janitor was humanity's civilized conflict personified. Civilized conflict is dead. Now exists only conflict for The Mall.

Jack “V2” Jones is a 27, a gemini, and the best damn mechanic in riverside if you'll take his word for it. While he won't say much of his time outside of Kentucky, he has been attempting to make a name for himself as a local punk and chop shop enthusiast. Some people may claim they see him during the day driving a nice car in a cushy gated neighborhood to a job at the Riverside Suites but he’d call it all hog. Handy with a toolkit whether it's for a hotel generator or a hot rod engine, he’s made himself useful to some of the tougher folks in riverside and can often be seen hanging around in the harsher neighborhoods come nightfall. The name V2 is as much a point of pride as it is an inside joke against him, as he is known to be a pushover when things get rowdy so if he was an engine, he’d be lucky to be a V2. For fear of recognition, he is prone to avoiding the stores in Riverside so he instead frequents the mall on days off to test out new, tougher styles and pick up parts he buys through a contract that gets things shipped wholesale to the mall.

Jacob prior to the event was a regular, if somewhat of a veteran mall security guard of the west point mall with almost 10 years of experience on the job, just filling in 9-5 every day, with some night shifts in between. On that faithful day he was watching the mall through CCTV from the desk, while he did spot the fog approach he initially paid it no mind. It wasn't until much later when it hit the fan that he realized somethings very wrong and with his first instinct being to call 911 via landline phone in the office, suprisingly enough call was reached by Jefferson County-Louisville Metro Dispatch Center and after brief talk they promised they will sent a patrol car & ambulance over, neither of which ever arrived, possibly taken out inside the mist. In meantime he headed out to public area of the mall and began to discuss next step with the survivors.

Danik believes himself to be a fairly reasonable individual taking extreme measures to keep everything together. He's always was polite, albeit in a passive-aggressive manner and will attempt to persuade someone to his reasoning but will not refrain from using actual violence unless necessary. Usually calm, a turning tide can sent him into angry rants as well as short-tempered bursts

Jamie is an enterprising young man with an old soul, at least that's what his mother Melinda always says. Don't be Intimidated by his cool demeanor and even cooler sword collection that is totally waiting for him back at his (moms) place, at the end of the day he's looking for the same thing as every man walking around a mall in a jaunty hat... Love.

Name: Britney Morris "Brit"

DOB: September 22, 1988 (34) Libra

Birthplace: Philadelphia, PA

Description:

Often described as alluring or enchanting

Equally beautiful and intelligent

Long Dark Brown Curly Hair

Gray/Green Eyes

5'8" approximately 155 lbs

Tall, Curvy, and Athletic build

Bohemian, Goth, and Classic styles

Brit moved to Louisville Kentucky with her boyfriend Anthony from Philly, who shortly after moving, abandoned her there. Rather than return home defeated and heartbroken, she decided to stay on and make the south side of Louisville (Waverly Hills), near Waverly Park her home. She enjoys living near the park and being close to nature, but Brit is also very guarded, given she's a Yankee witch attempting to make a life amongst a somewhat bigoted community. Born near the Autumnal Equinox and on the Virgo/Libra cusp, Brit has both light and dark sides to her personality. She has an advanced college degree in Biology and works as a Genetic Counselor for a Biotech Company.

As a practicing solitary witch, she was at the mall shopping gathering some items she wanted for a spell when the event happened...

She would likely be buying:

Several Candles of varying colors

A deck of Tarot Cards

Several Herbal Teas

Crystals and Stones

A new eyeliner

potentially new shoes/clothes/jewelry/perfume

Brianna holds a day job as a sales rep at the clothing store across the parking lot from the mall. By evening she's an arts major sophomore year at the LV university, studying ancient history. She lives with her nose in the phone screen, making a narrow escape from the boredom of her job and the reluctance to do homework. Her biggest irritant is the pressure her parents put on her to do good at school, while disappointing them is also her secret fear she has a hard time admitting. Dad thinks that history is a waste of time, and Mom wholeheartedly agrees. That money was saved up to go to law school, or business school, or literally anything but an arts degree. If Brianna finds you more interesting than her job, facebook, twitter, or pinterest, she may look up from her phone and give you thirty seconds of her attention. That is if you break through a wall of draining nihilism. What is Brianna good at? Criticizing others, sarcasm, tuning out noise, and making excuses. But doesn't anything at all make her even a little bit secretly special? Well, there's this one thing. She's really good at walking very quietly.

Shadowy, foresighted, obedient, and above all else, reserved. This is a Muldraugh-born man with a past untold—A man raised by a foolhardy, violent bigot of a father and a cheating, hedonistic trollop of a mother. One can only speculate what sort of effect that kind of home environment would have on a developing mind. Roy Dalton, son of Roy Dalton, a patronymic tradition among the Daltons dating back centuries, was a man of few words that could fade into the backdrop of any scenario like a shadow in the night. He grew up to be a forlorn soul that was an outcast of society, working menial labor for much time until the wrong company made the right change for his lifestyle. He found work through so-called friendlies in the worst of places: crummy meet-up points, nip joints, and third-rate biker bars that hosted the most rotten of company. Alas, work was work, Roy segued from a penniless punk to a man with a morally questionable work ethic; one with cash in his pocket, finally. Money was money, and he attained the title of "Wild Dog" among his unlawful peers; associates that were just as ill-natured as his father was—In his cloak-and-dagger line of work, the title wrought through years of his misdeeds fit him like a glove. How he got it was his secret to know.

For a man with an extensive past, he's a mystery for the most part. Humanity's enigma. This roughneck is a tall and sinewy individual with a cold-faced and cold-mannered deportment, seeming like the type that would rob one's wallet in a quick back-alley beatdown. However, in spite of his cruel and frowny looks, he's rather deferential to those that approach him, or he tries to be with his very shallow social experience. His raven-black slicked-back hair is carefully tended to, as is his beard, and his teeth are as white as pearls. His voice, rarely heard courtesy of his speak-only-when-spoken-to upbringing, is one of a smooth, low-pitched nature that oft becomes rough as his breaths draw to a close. Finally, his eyes, a pair of sharp azurite blues embellished with faded-jade central heterochromia that often avoid eye contact—purely out of habit. One day, a thirty-year-old Roy, a man fond of his leathers, noted his jacket was crumbling after so many years of twisted rough-and-tumble undertakings. Tossing away his hard-earned bills on whiskey shots and dirt-cheap motel rooms could wait; his daily life revolved around his work, but today would not be one of those days—A visit to the mall would no doubt give him plenty of choices, a range of full-grain leathers forged of quality that would suit his style. However, this city crook's mall visit would quickly turn into an experience reeled straight out of a horror movie.

This is Roy Dalton, and this is how he died...

Owning and running Barlow Mechanical Repairs was an ambitious plan. Stick a middle finger to the big companies, stay competitive with Louisville's market. Sure, the cost of owning a small business is taxing on the middle class, but why not try?

Turns out there's a good answer. Preston found out why in his twenties back in 2000. The price of parts is easier for big business to afford. Access to customers is hard to compete for. Advertisement costs, the gas costs, salaries for the crew, inability to give discounts, license renewals, corner cutting, overhead you still can't escape from... Yeah, it was good while it lasted, he quit before it turned into a nightmare.

After business ran into the ground, Preston moved to Riverside with his wife and two daughters, and started subcontracting for mechanical repair, plumbing, electric, and various handyman maintenance services, doing jobs around Riverside, Muldraugh, Rosewood, and West Point. With the population a mere few thousand in small towns, people know him by name and his phone number is on a sticky note of many fridges. The good thing is now he has a boss, three bosses actually, because he works for three different companies, but he keeps giving his private number to people if they're happy with his work and want to reach specifically him. It annoys Preston's bosses to no end, because they have other employees and they have to keep everyone busy. This is some bullshit circumventing of command chain. Yeah, it got him fired from a few places. But it puts food on the table. For Stacey, for Hanna and Julie. What's a little rogue plumbing under the supervisor's nose?

One of Preston's contracts right now is scheduled maintenance of the West Point Mall. When the Event struck and the fog rolled in, he was in the bowels of the HVAC system changing filters and fixing faulty wiring. Crawling out of there, as soon as he saw blood on the windows, he began calling his wife's cell phone. Upon receiving nothing but the busy signal, he started helping people barricade, dismantling and moving whatever could be found nearby. Stacey's speed dial on repeat every ten minutes.

Stacey, Hanna, Julie.

Gary is a shady suit in his late 30's, who looks like he knows more than he should, keeps his mouth shut, and continuously smokes. When the thing started, he was shopping for laminate paper.

By day 5 of the Mist's appearance, Gary made an enemy of everyone by spreading doomsday theories about the Mist being the government's experiment in testing citizens' obedience and culling the bold. He postulated the best survival strategy is to sit tight and do nothing. Then suddenly after 6th day has passed, he changed his demeanor, and went out with Emma to the shooting range to get her ammunition and magazines for her gun, displaying considerable skill with a knife against one of those infested formerly human zombie things as well as proficiency with hotwiring vehicles.

August 14th Gary set his sights on a survivor camp west of the mall, in the parking lot.

During the first scouting venture to the survivor camp and an attempt to clear the immediate mall perimeter, Gary displayed proficient marksmanship with a pistol and was complimented by the survivors as having "Good Eyes". Initially disliked by most, he has started to come to good terms with Jim, Leo, and even V2 and Kate. After the loss of Emma, Thompson's been brooding and moody.

This Melancholic man was no mere paper pusher. "The auditor" he called himself, the "insurance investigator". But he wasn't always one. Gunrunning in Cambodia, tracking drug lords, human traffickers, whale poachers and pirates, from the Atlantic ocean to Serbia, from Bangladesh to Morocco, from Colombian cartels to CIA black fleet deals, he's seen it all. He piloted AC-130s and sailed cargo barges. Eventually they all break, broken boys, quick on the trigger. Assets have an expiration date. But if they did a good job, they get peacefully retired, and given office jobs as desk jockeys. Gary's nerves gave out when he turned 35, and since then he was indeed a glorified investigative clerk. Handling caseloads for the alphabet agencies, CIA, ATF, FDI. Nobody knows why he really was at the mall. He gave everyone different reasons. Insurance claims, customs investigation, river patrol.

One thing was known for certain: he always smoked, never recovered from alcoholism, and loved a good noir dame on a poster. He lived in smoke filled bars and dug the atmosphere. As a proper noir suit man, he died for a dame, when Jenn was feeling so insufferably cooped up, she begged him not to leave her. The mall was going crazy and spooked her to death. He offered her to get some fresh air, and take it easy, just stand outside a bit and look about, maybe get some dirt, together, as a group.

Instead Jennefer panicked and ran out to get Leopold Konig's suburban from the north parking lot. Alone. She drove 500 feet to the deployment entrance survivors dedicated, and the loud SUV engine drew a group of three Mist Beings inside. Gary threw himself to her defense, then rushed to turn off the car engine to stop the noise, but a tentacled monster pulled him to the ground. He fired half of his magazine into it, when a second beast knocked the signature Taurus out of his hand and lunged its proboscis into his neck. Gary fought the thing off of himself and ran inside the basement, but his bleeding was too violent and profuse. He stood on his feet for mere five seconds, looking for a bandage to put around his neck, and then collapsed of blood loss, immediately to his death, demonstrating to all the simple truth of the mist:

Do not go out there. Stay Silent. Stand Still.

"The Bulldog", they call him. And it's not a play on his name, although his bark does instill fear on anyone who dares to break the rules on his shift. Personal opinion.

No, his nickname dates back to his late dog Rufus, his once inseparable partner in the most important job in the world: Keeping the order intact.

Rufus, much like Jim, was a british bulldog, donned in a brilliant coat of white and brown fur, his face adorned with creases forming a beautiful landscape; just the right amount of scrunch to strike a balance between looking adorable and harmless while friendly, yet downright terrifying when enraged. And I'm not even talking about the dog yet. You best know not to mess with me.

But enough about that. I'm Jim Barkley, and we've got a mall to secure.

Hair dyed pink, full of piss and vinegar, this young woman in her late 20s stares daggers at you. Through you. Through everybody. Maybe she wants to punch you. Or bite you. You're not sure which would be worse. All you know for sure? She looks like trouble.

Word traveled fast in the small community of people trapped inside the mall. Kate is a foul-mouthed greasemonkey from Riverside with a penchant for random destruction. Those military surplus boots she wears, as she'd tell you, were made for curbstomping. She's either really good at helping out if it involves a wrench, an electronic device, or a baseball bat, or good at helping people into an early grave.

She recklessly helped the deputy and Derek take down the squid-faced creature in the freezer, then aided Preston in getting an RV up and running so he could escape the mall and find his daughters. Preston wound up dead, found not far down the road from the mall. The mostly harmless young man named "Blade" died in her company while they were searching the mall for a gunman. And Roy died in the mist, soon after the started talking to him.

Kate and Jack appear to know each other from Riverside, both connected by a small community of local punks and street racers, centered around a crappy rock band based out of a flophouse in the poorer part of town. In the mall, the two hoodlums displayed a bond akin to rambunctious siblings, and quickly formed their own little faction of rebels without a cause.

When "Blade" fell off a rooftop and turned into a ravenous reanimated cannibal, he bit Kate twice, stopped only by the mysterious Roy. Kate and others first wondered if she would bounce back from her injuries, or soon join the ranks of the flesh-eating abominations. But those fears passed as the days went by and all wounds healed. She was back to frustrating Jim, drinking Dan's beer, and talking shit.

That said, she wasn't all talk and no walk. She set up a lookout perch on the eastern rooftop of the mall, opposite of Dalton's, where she played chess with the janitor, and watched the creatures in the mist to observe their behavior. She also teamed with Jim, Jack, Gary, Murphy, and Emma to start venturing outside the mall, butchering the dangerous monsters of the mist. Not only did she display a bravery that bordered on the suicidal, she often displayed a mixture of fascination and disgust whenever confronted with the grotesque.