Str 2 Dex 2 Con 2
Int 3 Per 2 Wil 3
Attractiveness 2 (2)
Charisma 2 (2)
Contacts (Governmental) (2)
Obsession (Political Power) (-2)
Resources (Well-off) (2)
Status 3 (2)
Guns (Pistol) 2
Humanities (Political Science) 3
Humanities (Psychology) 3
Smooth Talking 4
Sport (Golf) 1
Government I.D. badge, briefcase, smartphone, campaign buttons
I was on my way to the top--the White House was surely only a few years away. All those years of kissing babies and telling the stupid public what they wanted to hear was finally paying off. I had a house in the ‘burbs, a wife and kids who looked great in the campaign ads, and a chauffeured ride to work every day in a government car.
Then this zombie thing started. At first I didn’t believe the crazy stories that people were telling. I mean, come on! People rising from their graves to eat living flesh? But when I came home to find a rotting corpse munching on what was left of the wife and kids, I realized the truth: my bid for the presidency was going to be delayed.
Now my very survival is a full-time campaign. I’ve managed to form an alliance with a few surviving citizens. It’s strange how something like the dead returning to life can make people from such different backgrounds work together--even those damn liberals. But the world has turned into a new two-party system: the Living and the Dead--and the Dead don’t vote.
“Put me in charge, my fellow survivors, and I will lead my party to victory!”