Wolfgang was just your average every day Zombie Hunter. Not the best as it would go, but by no means the worst. He was just one of the many trying to make by in this crazy world, made even crazier by the undead. As if war, famine, aids, and politics wasn't enough to drive one mad, now one has to be worried about the old generation eating the new.

Wolfgang sighed as he stepped out of the car and put his feet on the ground of the New Port cemetery. His ammo belts giggled as he closed the door to his van. Zombie Slaying wasn't really Wolfgangs calling. Wolfgang, deep down inside, wanted to dance!

That had been his life calling for as long as he could remember. But Wolfgangs father, Wolfgang Senior, wouldn't have it. "Dancing?!?" he would say "Dancing is for girls and sissies! What a you got? Za gays?" Wolfgang's father would say each time "Join the army, be a man! like your father" Wolfgang's father had been a WW2 vet, and remained Wolfgang every time he saw him.

With a grunt and some force the gates to the cemetery opened and Wolfgang entered. One has to be causes as a Zombie Hunter. One bite and your finished, or at least thats what all the other hunters told Wolfgang, Wolfgang had never been bit and have never seen any one who had been bit. He wasn't even sure how the infection spread or even if it was an infection. Wolfgang didn't actually know much about zombies, all he knew for sure was the money was good, and he had rent to pay. Besides he would tell him self, it isn't all that hard.

At that exact moment something rather odd happened, something that had never happened to Wolfgang. He was full bodied tackled by the member of the Undead. This was a quite ripe member of the horde as apparent by its exposed skull.

As it snarled drool dripped into Wolfgangs eye. Wolfgang sighed and wiped the dribble out of his eye. Then using both his feet kick the zombie straight in the gut sending the zombie flying. The Zombie landed on the ground with a thud and a crack. The zombie sprawled its arms while its legs remained motionless. "Thank god!" Wolfgang thought to him self, "the impact broke its spine, this will make my job much easer".

Wolfgang stood up and dusted him self off. Reaching into his back holster and pulled out his shotgun. Holstering it in his hands Wolfgang stepped over to the injured zombie. "Nighty Nighty, rot brain"

The next thing Wolfgang knew he was covered in vomit, apparently the zombie had quite and upset stomach and now the contents of the zombies digestive track was all over Wolfgang. Its things like this that made Wolfgang not want to get out of bed in the morning.

After blowing off the Zombie face Wolfgang holstered his gun and then wiped off his face with a rag he pulled from his pocket. After cleaning his face off he pulled out some pistols and walked into the grave yard.

"I hate this job." Wolfgang though to him self.