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Killing Floor Table's Work
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When the riots first started, Nattige figured he'd indulge in a bit of shoplifting, something he'd never been able to work himself up to in his short, sad life. Unfortunately, the only shop he managed to loot before the zeds arrived was Madam Evans's Wig Emporium. Fortunately, the next shop over was Blakely's Weapons and Antiques. And, to the surprise of the nearest zeds, Nattige turned out to be quite good with a claymore. Just don't mention the wig.
Who would have thought a hypochondriac low-level manager at a fast food chain would be so skilled at surviving the apocalypse? Apparently David Black had a hitherto unknown streak of mania. Coupled with his encyclopedic armchair knowledge of firearms, constant paranoia, and habit of carrying a machete in case one of his limbs turned out to be infected, Dave survived the initial riots intact, and even managed to find his coveted gasmask. Now, protected from the extremely filthy world by his impenetrable combination of gasmask and cheap suit, Dave has decided to leave the shelter of his mother's house and find somewhere with considerably less blood covering the walls.
Lord Archibald Spebbington spent the last 50 years of his life consolidating his father's many fabric and clothing businesses. And by consolidate, we meant using said businesses to steal and launder money for every criminal organization in London. However, two days before his planned escape to a small Caribbean nation with no extradition treaties, Spebbington found himself in the middle of an apocalypse. He dropped the account books, put on his best suit, raided Big Lenny's weapons cache, and forayed out into the streets of London, in the hopes of finding an office with fewer screaming maniacs with chainsaws for arms. As it turns out, zed-hunting is much more interesting than retirement.
Killing Floor Table's Work
Left to right:
When the riots first started, Nattige figured he'd indulge in a bit of shoplifting, something he'd never been able to work himself up to in his short, sad life. Unfortunately, the only shop he managed to loot before the zeds arrived was Madam Evans's Wig Emporium. Fortunately, the next shop over was Blakely's Weapons and Antiques. And, to the surprise of the nearest zeds, Nattige turned out to be quite good with a claymore. Just don't mention the wig.
Who would have thought a hypochondriac low-level manager at a fast food chain would be so skilled at surviving the apocalypse? Apparently David Black had a hitherto unknown streak of mania. Coupled with his encyclopedic armchair knowledge of firearms, constant paranoia, and habit of carrying a machete in case one of his limbs turned out to be infected, Dave survived the initial riots intact, and even managed to find his coveted gasmask. Now, protected from the extremely filthy world by his impenetrable combination of gasmask and cheap suit, Dave has decided to leave the shelter of his mother's house and find somewhere with considerably less blood covering the walls.
Lord Archibald Spebbington spent the last 50 years of his life consolidating his father's many fabric and clothing businesses. And by consolidate, we meant using said businesses to steal and launder money for every criminal organization in London. However, two days before his planned escape to a small Caribbean nation with no extradition treaties, Spebbington found himself in the middle of an apocalypse. He dropped the account books, put on his best suit, raided Big Lenny's weapons cache, and forayed out into the streets of London, in the hopes of finding an office with fewer screaming maniacs with chainsaws for arms. As it turns out, zed-hunting is much more interesting than retirement.