Biography Name: Majid Kubzi Age: 24 years old Hometown: Denver, Colorado Ethnicity: Arabic Language(s): English Sexual Orientation: Straight Appearance: Size: 5' 10", 150lbs Build: Average Eyes: Brown Skin: Light brown Hair: Black, medium length Facial Hair: Beard, relatively well trimmed. Notable Features: Small scrapes and cuts, heavy bags under his eyes. His story: Where do I begin? Besides talking in first person like some egotistical asshole, or Deadpool wannabe? I grew up in Denver. I was supposed to be a doctor or something, but I gave my parents little to be proud of. They sent me off to Kentucky for my 15th birthday to live with my older cousin, Ahmad. Guy was my idol growing up. I dunno what they expected, but Ahmad was a bigshot in Lexington with the street gangs. Got me recruited into his, but the douchebag didn't tell me he was the leader of it until after the outbreak. Anyway, yeah. Haven't heard from my parents since I got arrested, the first time. The rest of my family is back in Denver. Well, if Denver is even still around, that is. The gang, called the L.E.X., ran shit for a while. When the outbreak began, many of us got sick. There was a closer group of us, 5 of us: me, Ahmad, Jamal, Tony, and Carl. We formed a bandit group, because the strong survive. Or so that's what I was told. One by one, we got picked off. Jamal got bit. Ahmad was the one to put him out of his misery. Carl got caught by another bandit gang that offered to help us loot a hospital. No idea what happened to him, but they probably ate him, to be honest. The three of us kept on, making out way to Louisville. We were camping one night, and a massive horde appeared what seemed out of nowhere. We panicked... I panicked... I tried to stick with Ahmad but he got away. He did. He escaped. Tony's painful screams the smell of his blood distracted the zombies, giving me an opening to escape to the car and get the fuck out of there. Rest in peace, Tony. You were like a brother to me. Watching you get torn apart, hearing you begging for help... I don't know if you saw me. But there wasn't anything I could have done, man. I had to save myself. I'm sorry. So now, I'm driving to God knows where. I hadn't been out of Lexington prior to the outbreak. I don't know Kentucky. I don't know Louisville. But Ahmad does. Maybe we'll meet up again. If he's alive, he'll be here. I know it. Hold on.. something on the radio. Looks like I'm not alone out here after all. Fucking great.