Who's is he even?

You're good, heh.

You would have been a hell of a hero...Good guys, bad guys and all this nonsense...

But thats not gonna happen...

Jackals will make sure of that

Nails, along with Hammer, Wrench, Lug Nut, Torch, Bolt, Gasket, and now newly initiated Sister Chainsaw (Grace Nolan), is one of the strange Mist Dwellers, humans surviving between the Hunters and The Monsters. One of these mist dwelling groups organized a Cult of The Wheeled One, consisting of mentally broken / damaged or simply spiritual people who found themselves in awe of the gargantuan creatures the Mist brought. One of them has made a footprint south of the Mall in late August, kicking together a pile of cars. That pile became a center of a large shelter, which organized a survivalist religion and subculture around it, apocalyptic and savvy in nature. Through a set of inheritance claims and deaths, Nails became the next in line / education to take over the mantle of "Priest". Apparently a title the "Wheeled Ones" pass along to the next most qualified and knowledgeable member. After Bolt, then was Hammer, and after Hammer now is Nails.

Daniel Leoni, A Fisherman who had returned to the docks from the Ohio river during the mist thinking it had just been a normal foggy day only to find bloody remains and mutants flooding the shores. Now with his boat out of commission and no other place to go he has nothing to do but to survive and find other survivors. For two whole months Daniel has been surviving and scrounging up gear by himself still with no communication to any outsiders or other survivors but he persist catching fish and attempting to keep the fog beast at bay while searching for others and supplies to survive.

Sally is a 20 year old, small town girl from March Ridge, one from a well off family actually and a fresh postman for USPS, a job that didn't need to take as she could live comfortably just fine but did regardless just as her grandparent took it almost half a century ago, a sort of adventure. Strong-willed and always making her opinions known, she is often logical and focused with a playful side and prefers to plan ahead in almost all situations. Kind but also headstrong and tends to put too much pressure on herself to have the most levelheaded reaction and while inwardly compassionate, she can often come off as confrontational, overbearing, hard, sardonic and condescending when stifled enough. On her free time, she loved running & cycling, continuing to do so into the mist, which forced her to learn sneaking, now she could steal jar cookies without anyone knowing.

After the mist came over the counties and the folks that remained up barricaded the neighbourhood she could have stayed hidden behind the walls, in relatively, with steady food supplies from the garden they've made that sort of life didn't suit her so she decided to head off, grabbing some supplies, her uniform, leaving a note explaining her reasoning for leaving. Off to another adventure she explored down and wide, scavenging, hiding, sneaking, seeing things out there and staying in various smaller communities she found on her way before continuing her journey. She even started doing her job again in a sort of way, delivering messages & packages between few communities she came across. Another day. Another adventure. But alas, the luck eventually run out and whilst in combat, her arm was hurt and was forced to run, and run a long while. Eventually losing monsters chasing her and hiding inside a bank, she saw it from the windows, her new adventure and place to lay low for now: The Crossroads Mall...

There's something buzzing in the distance...

Robert grew up poor. His father, James, was a drunk, and beat on Robert, though his elder brothers often tried their best to shield him. As a result, he became quite hardened at an early age. His mother, Lisa, was a pretty girl. She turned tricks back in Boston, with her Norwegian family having disowned her long ago. She ended up turning over a new leaf with James and the two left the city back in the late 70's, heading for the South.

His twin older brothers, Richard and William, left the family after his father died of cirrhosis back in 1988, seeing that their job was done. Robert was only seven then, and with his mother's influence over him being strong, as it was back then, he lost any and all connections to the two. His mother turned to religion, joining a Baptist Church and leaving behind her Catholicism, after James' death. She became distant toward Robert, though only because he found the whole thing weird. He never was the religious type, maybe because his father always harped on about God in-between the drinking and beatings he gave out.

His uncle, also called Richard, but known as "Ricky" to his friends and family, was part of a gang of sorts. Robbing, mugging, even killing, back in Boston, but Robert never met him or his extended family. From what he heard from his mother, his elder brothers went out and joined him. Good riddance, as far as he cared.

Not that he turned out much better, at least by some estimates, because he ended up joining the army, largely to get away from his mother and her ravings. After basic training, he went on to graduate from Airborne School and then join the 75th Range Regiment.

His time in the Army Rangers would see him deployed on multiple tours in Afghanistan starting from 2003, all the way into the mid 2010s.

Ultimately, Robert would not prefer speaking about his time spent in Afghanistan, especially anything in the early 2000s, as the scars left by those times are still fresh, if hidden from view. The less spoken about the Battles of Fallujah, Korangal or any of the other places now known widely, the better for Robert.

Following his stalwart service and clear capability, he was recruited into the Unit, also known as Delta Force, or more officially the 'Special Forces Detachment-Delta'.

That gig landed Robert a special position concerning Recon, sabotage and plain-clothes operation; Wetwork, all in all. He did things that'll stay classified, killed prominent Terrorist targets, and was involved in rescue operations not touted in the news.

In the end, all he got for over two decades of service were hands covered in more blood than any amount of alcohol or drugs could wash away.

All those years away also kept him from catching onto his mother's degrading state, and while he was in Syria, he was told she had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's. Of course, he couldn't return, not until the job was done.

At least his superiors were happy enough to give him leave for a time... which only proved the sheer distance that had grown between him and his mother- not at all helped by her deteriorating mental state.

She would die less than a year before the Mist came... and Robert? Well, he had been off-duty, living what could be called the 'good life', at least for someone as hollowed out as him.

That is, before his home-state went to shit- and he was called to active duty, due to his position. He was supplied by dead-drop, and linked up with some others to do recon, hunt down Xenos and assist any remaining survivors in Kentucky- or at least that's what he's told anyone who had to know why exactly why he was out in the monster-ridden Misty hellhole formerly known as Kentucky.

Of course, even those facts were also on a 'need-to-know' basis- for he was plain-clothed, hardly looking like the stereotypical soldier. The truth was a lot less clear, and Robert himself had clear, if fairly vague orders. He was to ensure the continued survival of those scientists and doctors who were knowledgeable about Xenos out in the Mist- at least until the Government could extract them off to parts unknown.

Following those orders to the letter has become increasingly difficult, of course, as even a Lieutenant like him, a Special Forces Operator, has all-but lost contact with the central government. That wasn't anything truly new to someone focused on long-range reconnaissance, but still... things were really starting to look FUBAR, even to Robert.

I am Doctor Jacob Hudson. I am here to help, and I have a plan.

A wonderful, beautiful plan.

Chase Reinhart, A 29 year old Adrenaline junkie and body builder that would go one to chase his high no matter what the cost. Working on himself and always on his adrenaline he keeps in top shape and has come to his best high yet KILLING FOG BEAST. Rampaging through the roads with a spear and pistol in hand he made it all the way to the mall.

This creature is roughly the size of a house cat. It resembles the critter that several people of the Mall witnessed fluttering around one day, only to flee upon Timothy "TnT" Tanem opening fire upon it, and missing his shots.

It is feathered and reptilian, with blue eyes so bright they stop just shy of glowing. While the tips and edges of its feathers are deeply iridescent, the rest of its body has adopted warm hues of copper and rust. Perhaps this is because of its evolution, or because it was hiding in the vents when TnT overheated the Mall's climate controls.

Its mouth features rows of tiny, razor-sharp teeth, but the creature is harmless towards humans. It is likely an omnivore and prefers plants over meat, as it offered dead rodents to the survivors in trade for vegetables.

Sister Maria Celeste found it in the cafe's kitchen and dubbed it "Kitty". The name stuck and the little critter responds to it now.

Initially twitchy and avoidant of humans at first, Sister Maria, Dex, and Tallulah immediately took a liking to the small creature. Kitty quickly warmed to human interaction, and now behaves a lot like any regular pet lizard or cat would. When it isn't hiding in the vents, it tends to spend most of its time in areas where the mysterious blooms have turned the Mall into jungle-like habitats, especially the spot where a raging fire once razed the department store.

Kitty sometimes drops off dead rodents, as if it was trying to help feed its human pets. It is apparently also capable of mimicking human speech, much like a parrot.

Mary-Ann is the housewife of Pastor Phil Bishop, who was the head of the Church of Louisville.

She was out in Rosewood, on her way home from visiting her Ma' and Daddy when the mist rolled in. She became lost almost straight away (afterall, women don't have a good sense of direction), and positively terrified of the sounds and shapes she could see outside her car windows, she hid, living off the meger groceries she had picked up, and only driving when she was sure it was safe to do so.

Then she ran out of gas, and then a few days later, food.

Just as she was about to lose hope,and succumb to her fate, she prayed to her Lord for salvation, and like the benevolent God he is, he showed her the light.

A somewhat inexperienced Combat Medic & US Army Reserve Sergeant within Captain Carvers squad, now after his death forced to take up temporary command of the unit until arrival of some sort of replacement. Until the mist came she never thought she will be called up and actually need to serve her country, as she wanted and was a biology teacher in school as her career of choice. Funny how some things work out?

Personality wise- She's somewhat of a no fun kind of person, she's keen on following rules and sees stepping out of line as unnecessary risk for potentially meager gain but that does not mean she's cold, quiet the opposite. She's a compassionate person but merely wishes to ensure others stay safe

Currently an Acting Echo 2-1 Actual within the Crossroads Mall

Here at Sweet Eats we deliver top notch quality food and an experience for the whole family! Come for the meal, come for the atmosphere, come to meet our friendly staff and experience our excellent kitchen!

"I don't like this Mist, guys! Charlie, come on!"

"Let's get everyone out!"

"Oh shit, there's something in the Mist!"

"Oh my god!! What is that?!"

"People are running into the Mall! Go, Go, Go!"

Ever since the Mall doors closed for the first time in August, Diana Barrett was in the backdrop of the chaos. After the great October 7th shootout, it was time to step up and make a name, as more prominent figures have vanished. Diana may be a simple chef, but she was the only female chef at Sweet Eats, and nobody beats her in the kitchen!

Time to step up, strive for promotion, show everyone the culinary powerhouse that she truly is!

We're gonna feed the ever-living shit out of these awesome remaining survivors!

Let's get those calories going!

Local Kentucky legend tells of a mysterious woman who can be seen in the forests around Meade and Jefferson counties. Some say she is the spirit of a woman searching for her husband who was lost in a battle in the American Civil War. Others say, she's a witch who lives in a hut out in the wilderness and survives by stealing supplies from unsuspecting hikers and campers. Regardless of hearsay, nobody really knows who or what she is.

Is she is just a local legend, a spirit caught between worlds, someone from another era in time, or something else entirely?

These were the only photographs anyone has ever captured of her prior to the mist's arrival.

Recently the mysterious woman has been confirmed as Ms. Sarah Bennett. She appears to be in her mid-twenties with Raven hair and eyes so dark one cannot distinguish a pupil. She's tall and lean with an athletic warrior build. She carries dual swords, dual pistols, and a powerful rifle...clearly she was trained as some sort of deadly weapon. She is skilled in stealth abilities and often appears out of nowhere as she is usually hiding in plain sight.

Harley O’Connell spent the last three years as bartender in a biker dive, breaking up brawls and patching up the drunk assholes who did the fighting. Not easily intimidated, Harley refused to go down without a fight when the mist rolled in. Along with the other patrons and staff of the bar, they fought off the initial onslaught and fortified. Though they suffered losses, the group was capable of fighting and when supplies ran low, decided to go marauding for more.

It was hell out there, worse than they’d expected, and Harley was separated from the group when they were attacked. From afar, she saw a hoard descend upon them until nothing was left. Running for her life, she made it to the mall and slipped in during a breach. Feeling like a coward and saddened by the loss, Harley now has a burning hatred for the monsters in the mist and has something to prove.

Aiden Laswell, A Lumberjack by day and bartender by night he spent most of his time in the woods with his trusty axe and hunting rifle while not at the bar slinging drinks getting to know everyone in town. He is a rather tall man standing 6'8 and has a muscular build due to all his logging with blonde hair and blue eyes. Hunkered down in his hunting cabin fighting back fog beasts with only a rifle and axe hes finally run low on food and medicine making a last ditch effort to the nearest place, The Mall.

Priya daniels was a lifelong scout turned lead camp counselor, a position she coveted and cared for deeply. Having a comparably easy life living out in the woods, her family made sure she had all the skills to survive out in the wilderness. With a father that prefered being off the grid following her mother's lost battle with cancer, she did little to interact with others. The streams, plants, and animals that surround the woods where they lived being her playground. When she was old enough, he taught her how to shoot and hunt. She never asked what made her father so against other people, only relishing in the love he showed her as they shared hobbies. Not being able to live like her father, she applied and worked at a summer camp following his passing. Never wanting love or children herself, but something in them reminded her of her own childhood, so she returned every year. It was the same this year when she was talking a group of older campers on a weekend hike as the Mist rolled in. She could survive on her own, she knew that.... but watching over a dozen or more people that lacked her skill, she couldn't. Priya abandoned her troop somewhere in the woods between the campsite and the mall, knowing that with her speed and wilderness knowledge she would be able to handle whatever monsters came out of the Mist. This held true for over a month before her wounds and isolation began to drive her mad, hearing voices in the mist, having killed a creature that looked like her making her question herself. She needed people. She wasn't her father, and it would drive her mad trying to be. So when she spotted a beacon of light that was the Mall, she ran as fast as her legs would allow.

Her first day in the Mall was a nightmare. After sneaking during some of the chaos, her attempt to make a meal to get in with the Mall goers led to a department fire. Killing one and burning down a section of the structure. Since then she has shown to be a solo scout, throwing herself at the creatures and running off ahead of the group to many's dismay. While her combat skills make her a monster in her own right, socially she was broken from her time alone in the mist; speech simple and often acting without warning. While attempting to make amends and learn about those in the mall, her own identity became something of a struggle as she fought to iron out her place amongst the people. After numerous illnesses' and folks voicing their concerns, Priya's mentality has slowly begun to shift. Still determined to make the Pioneer pay for what he wrought, she is learning to be a part of society again instead of just fighting for it. Time will tell if these connections will become fuel towards the ultimate goal, or the nail in the coffin for this danger seeking ranger.

Dark, intense, and down-to-earth, this woman in her forties is too stubborn to die.

There's a rugged beauty to her appearance. Months of survival in West Point have turned her silhouette lean and her presence quiet. She speaks sharply and her sense of humor is even sharper.

Word has it, she was with a group of survivors in West Point, but the rest of the group died before she did. "The human cost is too high," as she would comment on what it took to scavenge supplies. Testing out frequencies on a police cruiser radio, she randomly reached survivors in the mall, speaking first to Andy Watts. The private detective told the enigmatic Grace of their situation, and Grace hesitated to follow the call to their gathering.

After mulling it over, Grace took the plunge. She loaded up Ben's cherry-red Mercedes with the most important supplies she had in stock, and drove across the county to reach the Crossroads Mall. She broke inside with a breaching hammer and sealed the hole back up once Andy and Artrex provided the necessary wood. Haggard and exhausted from the perilous journey, she rested in a tent on the eastern roof of the mall, the "Crow's Nest".

The next morning, bodies and blood littered the parking lot beneath the Nest.

The enigma of Grace dissolved only days after her arrival. She had been holding out for a long time with neighbors and colleagues in West Point, and never found the body of her now-dead husband, Ben. The band of survivors taught each other everything they needed, turning each other into wily and rugged survivalists. After those friends all died off, one by one, only Grace remained, having learned every lesson from all their lives and deaths combined. The result was a hyper-vigilant and paranoid road warrior with an impressive breadth of practical skills outside of fighting, most notably as a chainsaw operator and carpenter who had fortified her home in West Point, now turning her abilities towards safeguarding the mall and its people. Over the course of the next weeks, she quietly harvested timber from the surrounding areas and constructed defensive parapets and walkways for sharpshooters to use in defending the mall's south wall.

Her stubborn streak and no-nonsense attitude may put her at odds with others at times, but she is fiercely protective of the community she now inhabits, and only interested in ensuring their collective survival. She always takes initiative on thankless tasks such as handling dead bodies and menial labor, and her background of having worked dozens of different jobs in the past permits her to troubleshoot in many surprising and unexpected ways.

She bears only few scars on her body. Luck is what she would attribute that to, but others know better. The scars she bears on her soul however are unmistakable, usually yielding a constant scowl and grim disposition. Hardened by those scars, she only allows few people to see the person she was underneath it all. Thus, some enigma remained.

Though, all that really matters now for her fellow survivors? Grace still gives a damn.

Inspirational Soundtrack: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLysBianVX7iR8bjkjsioxEMekSWRGM2F_&si=rVXSOhQKGRxNyLBS

HELLO. I AM BEE.

THANK YOU FOR TALKING TO ME.

I HOPE WE CAN MEET AGAIN.

I WILL TRY TO VISIT AS OFTEN AS I CAN.

Sister Maria Celeste followed her heart to and from the convent, and she followed the holy voices into the descending mist.

Cliff Walkington, or Cliffy, to his friends, is a larger-than-life teddy bear of a man who's brought his own brand of magic to this reality we call life. He's a survivor who used to work a mundane 9 to 5 job at a call center in the days before the mist. Born and raised in a small town, he always felt like he didn't quite fit in, even upon moving to the city. It was only after the apocalypse that he truly found himself, having been laid off days before the mist.

Cliffy stands at a solid 6'6" with a beefy build that gives him an imposing presence. He dresses practically now, leaving his white button ups and slacks in his past and now favoring attire that balances mobility and utility, emphasizing functionality over fashion. Despite his imposing appearance, he's a gentle giant with a heart of gold. He's always quick with a smile and a compliment, using his charm to put others at ease. He's an optimist, believing that even in the darkest of times, there's room for love and beauty. Cliffy has a deep love for fashion, art, and music, and he'll often break into song or dance to lighten the mood.

Cliffy's background in the call center has given him excellent communication skills, making him an effective team player and charming force in the post-apocalyptic world. He's a master at diffusing tense situations and bringing people together. In addition to his people skills, Cliffy has learned to use his flamboyant style to distract and confuse opponents, and his former track star days as a distance running champion has proved useful in getting out of tricky situations.

Cliffy's is not just about survival; it's about bringing color, love, and a touch of magic to a world gone dark.

Become.

In her mid twenties, and bored. Rosa was one of the lucky ones, striking gold during the cryptocurrency booms; and while she might well be on the IRS' most wanted list right now, her finances are settled for life. This early and undeserved success did a whole number on her. Why bother with a job or even higher education? Having reached life's premature end-game in her teens, the day-to-day turned into a badly balanced sandbox game for this young millionaire.

Now, don't tell her I called her that. She hates thinking of herself that way. It's not that she hates the money, obviously. But millionaires, in her eyes, are snobby and heartless businessmen. In contrast, Rosa wishes to be an adventurer - someone who follows things out of the ordinary, ideas that the world has rejected.

Doing all-nighters at home rather than partying or socializing, Rosa always hated the clear-cut city life. Growing up in the states as an immigrant daughter to a Mexican father and Filipino mother, the best times of her life would be when they visited "back home", for nothing could compare to the sense of peace she felt on the islands. Yet here she remains. Stuck. And bored.

Ludwig Blackfish is a man of simple needs and pretty simple education. He grew up with 3 brothers, hence why he is used to brawling and having a rough time. He never cared much for school nor education, since he always have been pretty handy with tools and never afraid of hard work. Hard work - clean money was always something that was kept in his head.

When he turned 17, he applied to a local wood company as a wood cutter. He never has been a smart person - but he is a person that knows how to handle things, either way with his charm or with his axe. He is a quiet one, which makes him "The danger" as some people would say.

Even though he seems pretty quiet and polite, he has a quite dark past, that nobody knows of and probably never will. Some say he used to be a gangster, some say he used to be some kind of mercenary and other people even tell stories about Ludwig being a secret soldier/police guy since he is quite mysterious.

Will anyone ever find out about his dark secrets? Will the past chase him down?

Kurt is a landscaper who lives in Louisville but often goes to other towns nearby for his job. He usually installs sprinklers at the houses he works at. The day the mist hit, he was driving back after working on a house in Westpoint, and stopped at the mall for food.

Before the Mist Jonathan Swanson had it all, now he has nothing. Once a prominent Alpinist, mountaineer and conservationist he spent many years globetrotting before a minor scandal involving a client on a trip up the the south Col of Everest. Forced by his smeared reputation to retire he spent some time in Aspen attempting to bond with his son Jamie, this is where he met his second wife and love of his life Linda Connor. Jonathan has ventured into the strange mist in hopes that they will all be reunited someday.

I'm from the Government and im here to help...

Tennessee, after the family distillery business went bust. Kid ran. His older cousin, a brother, killed during a labour-strike down south. Moonshine in the hills. An explosion. The smell of cinders. The sound of clacking shoes. The yodelling and whelping of savagery. West, then north, then east again. Trouble followed. So Kid started to follow trouble. The anger was uncomfortable. Then, like anything, he became comfortable with the anger. He wore it like old leather. Kid followed trouble and his anger all the way to Kentucky, where trouble went to retire. Kid Prinssi. A pale silken string of a boy. Watched from above. He heard many things. Avoided others. Humans. Not Humans. Never-were-humans. He was above when trouble died. Kid is the sort of face one remembers like they recollect a Calvin Klein model on a billboard. That vague, androgynous symmetrical beauty one only obtains through genealogical luck. It is the only luck Kid Prinssi has ever had. Time washed that away, too. A nose twice broken, several razor cuts at the jaw, and a severe lack of sleep and nutrition have taken their toll on Kid. Stress, not time, is stealing Kid's youth. The Mall has weapons now. Real ones. Not the toys or tools of his grandfather's past.

Kid came to find The Janitor and to take several scores all at once. Then the Mist rolled in. Old scores are worthless. Now Kid absorbs what lessons the Mall and its residents have for him and reshifts that years-long rage outwards, towards the creatures. He curates the Mall's ammunition supply and generates new rounds out of what he and others find out in the Mist. Kid seems entirely unenthused by the happenings outside. "If I can shoot a squirrel, I can shoot a dinosaur. The size of the target doesn't really change through a scope." And is far more scared of the randomly opening/closing doors, the music, and the general atmosphere of the Mall than the hordes of savage creatures trying to get inside.

With the death of Jazz, for several days, all he did was cry. Then the shooting began. As Kid attempted and failed to mentally and emotionally recover from loss, the Mall was breached. Some died in its defence. Others died to obtain information. Others died to take that information, and they were killed for killing for that information. By the time Kid was roused to coordinate the after-math, half a dozen people were dead and the mall had been set aflame. The survivors had barely contained the fires.

Kid now finds himself one of the longest lasting survivors in the Mall. One of three individuals who have all the information that has been collected about the origins, progress, and potential end to the Mist. This has made him a de-facto voice of coordination and planning for The Mall's survivors. From an immediate devastating loss of something he thought unobtainable- a genuine human connection- to soberly sorting the dead in the October 7th massacre, The Kid has shed his stutter and his gait and his emaciation. The wispy thin-silken-string of a boy is dead. The Man wanders the halls of the Mall day and night. The death of his soul-mate forced her loyal knight to his namesake as a royal predator. The rattling of .308 and 5.56 casings hitting the tiled floors of the Mall and wooden balconies of Grace Nolan.

Eldest of the two Applewhite brothers, Douglas and Johnny Applewhite co-founded the Order of the Eternal Mist in 2013 riding off of the coattails of 2012 not being the apocalypse.

Born and raised in Louisville, the Applewhite brothers have become determined to prosletyse their Order, promising to guide their acolytes through the Mist and to The Promised Land.

Whilst the Order was initially a money laundering scheme, when the Mist arrived on the 3rd of August, 2023, the brothers became sincere zealots and now travel the land as doomsayers.

Co-Founder of the Order of the Eternal Mist, brother to Douglas Applewhite. 10 years prior to the mist's descension onto Knoxsville, Johnny and Douglas, in the wake of myriad failed doomsday cults of 2012 saw an opening to exploit the masses themselves, founding the Order of the Eternal Mist. Predicting worldwide doom and determined to recruit as many into the order as possible, the brothers had initially intended only to swindle as many as possible before disappearing into a proverbial mist.

The brothers fell into a belief system of their own making when a stroke of fatal luck vindicated their prediction.

Now they are convinced they are prophets; preaching that they will find a way through the mist, and lead their faithful into a promised land.

An effeminate young man of striking appearance. His entire attire and cool demeanor suggest a fashionable life of crime. His accent places him as Irish-Boston born. Cold, aloof, and mysterious is only the first impression he makes because there's a fiery hint of a death wish underneath it all. That second impression says he'd rather burn out than fade away.

The dog tags he wears read "Joshua Jordan".

Age: Mid-twenties

Height: 6' 1"

Weight: 172 lbs.

Unlike most other people in the mall, Dex made his way inside only weeks after the mist laid claim to Kentucky. He claims to have survived on the road by driving a stolen truck out of Louisville till it ran out of gas outside the mall, after which he met and joined the survivors there.

After leading a charge into the mist and suffering a blow to the back of his head by a fellow survivor, he was left for dead in the rain. The devil had the devil's own luck and survived somehow. Dex limped his way back inside with a nasty head wound. He was soon found to be occupying the barber shop on the second story of the mall, or lounging in Lena's cafe when he wasn't busy watching the mall's many entrances.

"The Past is Indestructible - Time and Life will rob you of Nothing" - this is what his tattoo reads in full. Dex is a deep well of passion and dark devotion. He often poses as a strange ally in difficult times. Dancer, beautician, card sharp, gunslinger, assassin - what is he? He speaks little of himself while he constantly pries at the identities of others. Whatever sordid darkness may have spawned him and brought him to the mall, he enjoys exploring the mist and slaughtering the inhuman creatures out there. Whenever there is trouble inside or outside, the Reaper's Reach Extends Through His Hand, whether that's by bullet ballet or a crowbar creating carnage.

If the creatures in the mist are the product of some alien invasion, then Dex is Hell's answer....... and he is fighting on humanity's side.

Wesley is a licensed therapist with the Kentucky State Board of Psychology. He is also a crisis counsellor, a mental explorer, a mind-programmer. For years, he has helped thousands of patients unlock their full potential and master every single element of their bodies and mind. More importantly, he teaches people to investigate. Investigate the universe. The galaxy. The world! Yourself! And others! Especially the others! And in ascending order of importance! Or is it descending? Whatever, Wesley is here to help you to investigate. He legally guarantees that he is 100% capable of curing your mental illness with the power of his program. All you need to do is call in, provide you his mind, and Wesley will set your sights on that 'next next level.' Social Anxiety? Bipolar I? II? Schizo? MPD? He. Will. Cure. It. Personally. A legal licensed mental health practitioner- certified in any State that matters.

Wesley is not actually licensed in any way, shape, or form for mental health counselling. Every State has sent him cease and desist letters. But he refuses. For the last several years Wesley Fhtagneer has been working at KTRK (Kentucky Talk Radio, Knox county) after graduating with a degree in practical film studies. The network has allowed him to run a small talk show between midnight and three in the morning named 'Midnight in the Holler: Investigations with Weston Tanner.' (The network would not use his real name.) He has obtained hundreds of thousands of nightly viewers (He averages around one hundred and fifty viewers. 150.) and has had millions in donations (thirty thousand dollars over three years. $30,000) in order to obtain 'The Compound.' A Facility in which all fellow investigators may join together under Wesley to find true enlightenment and seek the answers to the ultimate investigation.

Now Wesley has risen out from the crowd in order to let others know that their attempts at survival are sorely lacking key component's of Wesley's multi-step investigation techniques, so that people may be placed on the proper path. Now that path may involve staring at yourself in the mirror while jacking off furiously for the seventh time in a row inside The Mall bathroom. It may involve screaming at every material mimicking monster (Mannequins) in order to assert your soul-filled dominance over their leering eyeless bodies. If your girlfriend is a body pillow, Wesley will suggest you kill her via defenestration off of the roof top. Now Wesley is working to set up his television show once again. Just with a new set for the Program. Namaste, everyone. My name is Wesley Fhtagneer. Host of Investigations with Weston Tanner. And I am your Host, Wesley Fhtagneer.

There's something out there.

First, the bodies piled up. Now they're disappearing.

Forboding, immoral, sangfroid, and most of all, reticent. This man of Muldraugh can only be found in the worst of places, likely due to the fact he was born in the worst of places. Human filth begets human filth. Murphy Dalton, eldest sibling of Roy Dalton, son of aged and withered Roy Dalton—Twas a confusing tradition for some to comprehend, a patrimonial pass-down, and some had questioned why Murphy wasn't named after his old man when his brother was. It was those kinds of questions that roused Murphy's inner rage. A bad, tempestuous temper ran through the family's bloodline like a cancer, as did the Dalton's proclivity to loathe and despise, to distance and to discipline. Murphy's old man, Roy, was an abusive, rotten-hearted, wife-beating bigot who paid no mind to his sons. Murphy's mother was no better, a shunner of sons and a woman of a temper so fierce, her sharp glowering could melt through one's soul and rend it to ruin. She was an adultress, a hedonist, and a pitiful excuse of a parental figure. Murphy, raised mostly by his ticking time bomb of a father, grew up to be just as bad as his old man and the miserable forefathers before him.

Murphy has a long past with his family, a tale of pure hatred and sorrow he'd much rather remain buried deeper than his ancestors were. In spite of his rough and tumble upbringing, Murphy made a man out of himself and went his own path, but not before giving his old man a show of force as he stormed out of the family property for good. His brother Roy would have to fend for himself. Murphy got straight to business after fleeing his home, jumping into affiliations he'd met whilst at his father's side, he needed a new family, after all. From scumbag group to scumbag group, he struggled to fit in and found himself foresaken for years; society's shadow, finding that his ancestral gift of a short wick got him into more trouble than he could handle. Until one day, years later after much hardship, he slotted in with humanity's worst, and they made him feel as though he was worth a million dollars—They found a use for his innate wrath, that quick temper of his. It's all he ever wanted: recognition and respect, a family and work, as dirty as that may be. His history is a closely-kept secret, his occupations and such are a mystery, but a regular on the streets of Muldraugh would simply label him a no-good gangster. To an extent, that's what he was, and that's all he was.

Murphy is a tall and foul-faced individual in his early thirties who often has the look of a man that'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed, and had been doing all their life. His emotions run rampant like a herd of disturbed wildebeest, and yet, in spite of the violent tides of ire that flow within him, he tries his very best to contain it all. He's quiet, he's disciplined, yet mannerless and hateful. There's a level of loathing that brews in those greenish eyes of his, accursed emeralds of abhorrence—trained by his father to not trust, to instead distance, and pick his allies carefully. There was no greater peace than silence, according to his old man. Standing taller than his brother at approximately six feet and four inches, he has the same shape, he's lean yet well-toned, a fighter, just as his ancestors were, and the ancestors before them. His hair is shaven at the sides, combed backward on top, a crew cut. His beard is sharp, his eyes too, as is his frown that might as well be cemented to his frons. Murphy's features are sharper than a razor blade. His voice, much like his brother's and his father's, is deep and as firm as stone, breathy and tinged with a coarseness. He and his brother Roy were much alike, almost identical in the ways of personality and lifestyle, cut from the same awful cloth, only Murphy was somehow worse and had more of a backbone than his kindred.

Murphy, after the mist washed over the state, lost track of his youngest brother. Why he was keeping track of his youngest kin was his story to know. After many, many phone calls, Roy had finally and snappily answered with his location. Murphy knew where to fetch his baby brother, it was a matter of reaching him that posed a challenge. Gathering a few members of his twisted posse, Murphy rolls out on a mission to drag his sibling home, back to "family"...

We breathe. We live. We sleep.

We shudder. We bleed.

We weep. We sleep.

We wake. We watch. We dream.

Trevor Axton Landsman is known to friends as Trex. Trex hates Putin, hippies, skim milk, and gluten free bread. He was born to kick ass and kill fog beasts. And he's all out of ass. With a tactical axe on his hip and an assault rifle in his sling, this wanderer traverses the wilderness with three objectives in mind: Survive, rescue others, kill fog beast.

"Taylor, Lealand, they went down hard. It's a one way ticket on a southern express to hell. I'll never forget my first crawler. See this scar? Mandible right across the neck. Never gonna confuse that tapping, screeching, clicking sound, subtly chirping in the tall grass among the trees. That's the sound of death coming. And I ride the tidal wave, man."

Tallulah Nasrin Taheri was born and grew up under unfortunate circumstances in Los Angeles, CA. Her mother died in a serious car wreck when Tully was still at a pre-teen, leaving her with her father and deaf older brother. Growing up alongside her brother Navid, Tully learned sign language quickly to help her brother communicate with the world. After the death of his wife, her father started drinking during the daytime and eventually got into some trouble with some local criminals. He decided to leave LA with his children before he got beaten or killed by his "business partners," collecting their most important possessions and stealing away into the night with Tully and her brother in their car, heading towards Louisville without looking back.

Feeling a little robbed of her childhood, she grew up as a track star, running everywhere, and quickly. She had plenty to run from, too. Her home life was lacking and she felt school was a waste of time, not finding many meaningful connections there either. Tully's father, trying his best to provide for his family, worked odd jobs in contracting, but a lasting job never seemed to be available for him. For lack of money and a proper job, Mr. Taheri started dealing and trafficking large amounts of drugs in and out of the city with the help of his son. After a few years, the inevitable happened and the LVPD arrested Tully's father and brother after a sting operation had been concluded on the two due to the betrayal of an associate turned into a criminal informant in exchange for reduced charges and sentencing. After a quick court hearing, Mr. Taheri and his son were sent to Rosewood Correctional in the southern most part of the county. The community was satisfied seeing two brown men behind bars. It was a different time.

Tully did her best to stay in contact with her brother and father in prison with varying success. Sometimes it would take months for her father to respond to her letters. He wanted her to be able to just live her life without worrying about them. She continued to train at a gym with a mentor who became like family after she graduated high school and went to college, staying fit and strong. She'd pay her bills by working at various clubs. Bartending and cocktail waitressing came easy to her, she had a heavy pour, making her popular, and she enjoyed talking to the patrons. She even managed to connect with the quiet ones through knowing looks and nods. Known to give out a fake name and change her appearance sometimes, Tallulah justified the white lies as a necessity to protect herself and her reputation during the day while she patrolled the halls of the ER while finishing up her residency. Sometimes Tallulah sometimes still misses the tips, the lifestyle, the freedom and fun.

Tallulah is guarded initially; but has a sincere desire to get to know people, finding it easier to work with those she understands the morals and motivations of. She is attracted to depth and nuance and is incredibly observant, coming off as coy at times. She has been through much more than her appearance or demeanor would suggest, giving her a unique view of the world which she believes could use more compassion and empathy. Finding a person's unique quirks, opinions, and goals can be one of life's purest pleasures in Tully's opinion, who is often driven to understand others around her and help them resolve whatever stands in the way of their happiness and success. Along with a disarming charm, others would describe Tully as focused, dependable, resourceful, playful, sarcastic, curious, and loving. When it comes to her career however, Dr. Taheri is fiercely protective of her professional reputation, willing to go to lengths to make sure her good name isn't tarnished.

Tully works and maintains a job at the Louisville St. Peregrin Hospital Emergency Department as one of their best rising physicians. Still relatively new out of her residency - she still has been milling around ideas of whether her dreams reside in the hospital, an office, or as a something different altogether. Getting her medical degree meant more than just money to her, it was the freedom that called out to her. Getting high on experience, she decided to start trying them all, buying a property in West Point. It was a two-story with a storefront; a perfect little urgent care clinic she could live above temporarily where patients could come in for a wide rage and variety of ailments; including and ranging from the sniffles to serious lacerations and more serious injuries. Tully is at the mall in search of furniture, decoration, inspiration (and maybe a little shopping for herself). Her goal is to curate a space that puts patients at ease as soon as they walk in the door. A clinic that feels chic and is luxurious, but doesn't charge like it. All she knows is that it has to be just absolutely -perfect-. When she heard the screams and spun around, watching the droplets of blood run down the window's glass, she gasped, though her own squeak of a scream had been muffled by her closed fist to her lips.

Roger West had always been somewhat of an outcast, living life on the fringes of society, preferring his own company and the solace of the open road. Hailing from the small town of Muldraugh, Kentucky, Roger grew up amidst the peaceful rural landscapes that surrounded the area. His childhood was marked by a sense of wanderlust, a yearning to explore beyond the boundaries of his familiar hometown. As he matured, his desire for adventure led him to acquire an old, weathered car — an aging relic that would accompany him on countless journeys.

Embracing a nomadic lifestyle, Roger roamed the winding roads that connected rural towns, finding solace in the solitude and the freedom it afforded him. His experiences on the road forged a self-reliant spirit within him.

Roger was in the mall looking for tools to begin his self-sufficient farm when the panic and chaos started. Unsure of what was happening he observed the building of a barricade - he couldn't find anyone to give him any straight answers, but he helped regardless.

A mist descended, sealing off the outside world. Their collaborative strength and ingenuity transformed the vulnerable building into a sanctuary amidst the chaos. While Roger was willing to help, he still remained somewhat distant from the rest of the group, preferring the solitude and anonymity that came with his outcast status.

Daniel was a British born male he grew up on the coast with his brother in the early 90s but he didn't enjoy life on the coast he wanted to something more with his life so when distant family invited him to live in America with him to help him find his way in life he didn't say no he then moved over to Kentucky and into his uncles home in Muldraugh where he adored the lifestyle of the typical American so he worked in his uncles mechanic shop for awhile before trying to join the west point pd but was sadly declined as they were full sad this didn't work out his uncle suggested applying at rosewood sheriff station it was history Daniel would go on to become a deputy with the sheriffs department becoming a extremely valued member for his skill in fire arms and fixing cars when he saved up enough money he purchased a house in central rosewood to make the commute to work a 5 stroll Daniel was not in town the day the mist arrived it was strange the weather was weird and the birds were acting up he decided to drive down to the new mall by Muldraugh he had heard of a break in and just thought he would pop in say hi check it out as he pulled into the lot something was wrong the air was wrong as he breathed he began to notice something a few other cop cars pulled into the lot and they walked inside he got out to follow them thinking they were here for the same thing but something happened as he walked a mist began to take over the lot and he saw people begin to run he reached for his gun fearing the worst but then he saw the mist going faster he panicked and began to run towards the door he knew that was not normal a fucking chemical weapon? he ran as fast as he could but then he felt a pain something cut at his legs he didn't know what but as he turned around it attacked his face cutting his left eye his non dominant eye he screamed in pain and not even looking fired a shot into the monster it flew back into the fog and Daniel ran into the mall closing the door now with only one eye

Sophia Blast is a 35-year-old phlebotomist who enjoys ferret racing, baking, meditation, theater, and jogging. She is generally comes off as friendly and considerate. She was addicted to alcohol, something which her friend William Isaiah Sanders pointed out when she was 17. The problem intensified in 2007. In 2015, Sophia lost her job as a junior lab assistant as a result of her addiction. Since then Sophia avoids alcohol in all settings and has focused on her career. Sophia went to university and got a degree then stayed on for a post-graduate qualification. As a result she has yet to marry her fiancé Coby, and has put off starting a family.
She is Australian her parents moved to the US when she was 7. Physically, Sophia is in good shape. She is very short with very pale skin, red hair and brown eyes. She grew up in an upper-class neighborhood. She was raised by her mother; Her father left when she was young, leaving her with her mother. This has left Sophia cautious about romantic relationships, another contributing factor to her long term engagement. Date of birth: Tuesday, 15th Jul 1988 Star sign: Cancer Nationality: Australian Ethnicity: Mixed Social class: Upper class Religion: Atheist Political views: Apathetic

Derek’s band, Forgetting Misty, was once a mainstay in the Knox County underground music scene; rarely did a weekend go by without a gig at one of the area’s roadhouses or Louisville’s college bars. The path to mainstream success however was cut short when tragic circumstances forced the immediate dissolution of the group several years back.

Looking to keep ends met, Derek was reduced to carrying out odd jobs across the area, at times making deliveries with the band’s old van. A routine appointment at Crossroads Mall’s clinic saw the wait stretch so long he dozed off on a waiting room bench, soon to awake to a longer shopping trip than expected.

A 30 year old serbian immigrant whose family came to the United States in the midst of the Yugoslav Wars. He grew up in Sheepshead Bay Brooklyn in one of the biggest russian / slavic communities. Always being tempted by a life of crime he tried his best to stay straight and started working hard in various factories to earn his livelihood. In his mid twenties he became tired of drifting from one factory to another and picked up the profession of Plumber as one of his uncles had his own Plumbing Company. Within a couple of years he felt confident that he had mastered the trade well enough to start his own company. With his goal set and his ever so growing dislike of the very busy New York-ian city life he packed his bags and savings, heading west to Knox County Kentucky to follow up on his dreams. He had heard from former Knox County residents moving to New York that there were lots of opportunities for good plumbers as the County was in dire need fof modernisation and restoration. Most of the houses in the county had old sometimes corrosive pipes and plumbers were desperately needed to keep up with the demand. Arriving in Knox County he rented an appartment, leased a van. And immediately went to the mall to pick up tools and supplies needed for his business.....

"Don't mama mia me, i'm serbian not Italian."

I'm Darren Phillips, 23 years of age and born in the godforsaken trailer parks of Mauldraugh. I busted my ass to get an education at that damn university in Louisville, only to end up slaving away as a mortgage loan originator at some local bank in West Point. And what do I get? A goddamn day off to treat myself to some new bass strings at the Louisville mall. Walking to the store I hear people scream and a loud crash near the mall entrance.

I ain't one to show my feelings, so I'll just say this: I'm strong, athletic, and rough around the edges. Average intelligence? Maybe, but it's enough to survive whatever this shitshow is. Growing up in the hood toughened me up, but it didn't strip away my capacity to care. When it comes to protecting the ones I love, I won't hold back. Any dangerous bastards out there better think twice before crossing my path.