Corey Hampton
DOB : 02/11/1980 - 19 years old.
Race : African American
Birthplace : Louisville
Corey, a young black male that grew up in the rough parts of South Louisville with a family of five knew what it was like to try surviving before the apocalypse, having been involved with the streets at a young age engaging in various activities that range from drug dealing, robbery and scamming. He had been neglected from his early teens due to his mother suffering from a drug addiction which gave him the opportunity to stay outside and kick it with his friends. He was constantly in and out of juvie, charges stacking up on his sheet. However none of this mattered when the outbreak popped up, his family was killed whilst sleeping and he just about made it out the house, he roams the streets looking for a way to survive.
He was involved with the neighbourhood gangs but never resulted in actually gang-banging as a put on member, he had a bag chaser mentality and would often stick to a small group of people when handling his businesses. The mentality developed from when he was really young, often doing anything from cleaning cars and mowing yards to moving crack rocks for money. This resulted in having a mix of friends no matter the gang, which also made him well-known within the neighbouring hoods too, however there were times Corey had been involved in multiple fights, which often led to both parties squashing it, or shooting it out.
Corey was involved in a big scheme that eventually landed him in juvie. Cars were being stolen left and right and Corey saw lots of money bring produced from it, If he wasn't moving fake jewlery or drugs? He'd be in a stoley ready for a chop shop. During this time he learnt a lot about stealing cars and how it worked, often taking under a minute to get a locked vehicle moving.
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Travelling from West Point to Louisville
Me and Marco go way back, way before shit went down. I trust bro with my life and bro trusts me with his - we work hand in hand with eachother and most people don't have that with someone else, its harder for them in these times. We wanted to return back to the hometown and see who was still around, see if we can link up with some of the homies if they was still around, start something up and carry on from there. On the way we bumped into a massive ass base though...
Is anyone home?
Me and Marco walk up on some base right? Big fuckin walls, big towers, allat. We was thinking bout the possible help so we rock upto the front gate, open it and shout to see if anyones around, not on some dummy shit but shouting shit like "Hello" or "Anyone there". No one responded so we walked in but saw the lights were on so we knew it was active. No one popped up so we decided to walk towards the car when all of a sudden we see five people walk up with their guns out, barking shit at us on some military type mood. I won't lie dog...I pee'd on myself a little bit. After some talking they let us in but we had to through a lil interrogation phase.
Scouting mission
After being given a place to stay, Von came up to check on us, he gave us both guns and armour along with warm clothes. The homie Marco mentioned a new base in West Point and Von was interested, we knew what the motive was straight away, dog. We set off at around 3 AM and used the darkness to our advantage. Marco drove and took us to the spot, parking around the corner. Me, Marco n Von snuck upto the base, Von made it clear it was just a scouting play so we had to avoid getting seen when sneaking around. We went in through the back and had a quick look around before we saw two people. All of us dashed right out and tried the other door, it was just an empty and open room. We got an idea of the layout but Von decided to see who they really was, so he went up to the front door and called for them. Me and Marco hid so just if anything went wrong, we could help Von. We waited a while and got worried but Von eventually came out. It seemed like they were people wanting to trade.
Found me a heaven in hell.
`Its been a couple days and shit, I feel like I'm at home now, I fuck with everyone in the camp, they be fucking with me and the spot we stay at? Walled off and safe to stay in, couldn't ask for nun better. We're good on food, guns, anything I need for now? Its prolly at the camp and the homie Tanner...oh man. You ask for something and hes like some loot hound, bro gets it to you straight away. Been on a couple trips with Cal and got some loot together, I prolly fuck with him and Von the most since we pulled up.`
"The Butcher"
Today was fucked, guy called "The Butcher" tried raiding us today by throwing mollies and bringing zombies out, fatty wasnt tough enough to show himself but we handled the zombies, walls are still fucked.
Old beef - Fuck SOS
`So a while ago before this outbreak, Marco was into it with a bunch of SOS niggas, called themselves "Shoot on Sight", lil watered down set with a bunch of bitches banging. Long story short Marco caught a body, for some reason they thought it was a good idea to pop up and try find him AFTER this whole outbreak shit popped off. Niggas came upto the front gate asking for him, looking all weird too. We wasn't tryna hand him over so we handled it, marked all four of them SOS lames out. Me and Marco got hit but was patched up, so we good for now.`
