Most of the surviving people's first realization of the world ending was when the streets were suddenly filled with hordes of the once dead now turned undead.
Not you though. You knew something was off before anyone else, probably because you were there on the front lines before anyone else.
Your name is Jameson Heban, known to those you once cared for as "James", "Jamie", "Jim", "Jimmy" depending on who you asked.
Though you most preferred: []
You were a son of polish immigrants who fled the devastated former eastern block after the Iron curtain came down. With nothing but the clothes on their backs they did their best to make a living for themselves and you in:
A major shipping town in New England []
A Major Metropolis in the Mid Atlantic []
A major Oil producing Town near the Gulf of Mexico []
A Major Lumber producing town in the Pacific Northwest []
A major steel town in the Smokey Mountains []
A suburb of Silicon Valley []
A major mining town amidst the splendor of the Rockies []
A major agriculture hub in The Midwest []
A major transportation hub along the Great Lakes []
Ultimately they succeeded in doing so and so for the first few years of your life you were like any other kid. You play fought with sticks as swords, built forts, read comics, and watched cartoons.
When it came to things regarding the supernatural in the various media you were exposed to you:
Were indifferent about their possible existence []
A firm believer in their existence []
A major doubter in their existence []
Of all the things you liked to do though the thing you most enjoyed to do was to explore all sorts of neat places with your friends. It was during one such expedition that your life changed forever. One of your friends was badly injured and you, helpless little you was unable to do a thing to improve the situation.
Then he came...the man in the ambulance...the man who saved your friend's life...you watched him work splinting bones, mending wounds...
And you knew what you wanted to do with your life.
So emerged your dream to became a healer. Your parents were not rich and therefor could not pull strings to get you work fancy hospital. That was okay though. As long as you could help others that was all you cared about. You did so by:
Becoming a medic in the National Guard []
Working for a hospital in a less than savory borough []
Working for a hospital in a nearby small town []
It was while working there, as you helped the doctors desperately do there best to provide some succor to those afflicted by the pandemic sweeping the globe that you had your first exposure to what would soon become a common and devastating occurrence...
The waking of the living dead...