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I play A3 Breaking Point type mods and RUST with the following character...

Kerberos has had great success in his life, before and after the infection, only to be tempered with dismal failure. His real name is something he leaves in the before and moving forward into the infection he adopted the name given to him while pursuing a Ph.D. in computer security. The infection hit critical mass right about the time his thesis would have been publish, so he never really got the chance to raise his hood and graduate. Needless to say, his computer science skills were then rendered obsolete.

Failure and bad luck are not new to the would-be doctoral candidate, not in the least. While serving a stent in the US Army, he washed out of Ranger school in the last week with a frost-bite injury to his left foot. The foot remains black and stinks of old cheese and perpetual toe-jam. All feeling was lost to the appendage as a result of the injury and he has noticed it burning in the fire on a regular basis while cooking mutton in the new world. He was medically discharged from the Army just as his unit was training for combat in one of the many Middle-Eastern conflicts.

Substantial work was hard to find as the only skills Kerberos had were those of an Infantry soldier. While struggling to make a place for himself, he found refuge in a YMCA for men in Detroit where he shoot a man for snoring. Pleading guilty to second degree murder earned him a twelve year cooling off period in Jackson; a Michigan State prison.

With an early release, Kerberos took a job on the TV hit show, Pit-bulls and Parolees where he thrived. Thinking his life was back on track, he moved back to the Detroit area after parole and took a job as an extract technician with the Detroit Zoo; he collected and weighed hippo ♥♥♥♥ in a conservation program. This brings us full circle to the opening of this story. Kerberos knew he needed to go back to school and as always, shot big to finish a day late and dollar short, completing his education just in time for the world to collapse.

Kerberos thought he would find a better job while pursuing his higher education but unfortunately developed a chronic flatulence disorder. Though not bad looking and in great physical shape, the black foot and the constant farting proved to be an insurmountable obstacle to over-come; as one would expect, he was unpopular with the ladies as a result.

In the early days on the infection, Kerberos captured a lone zombie which he named Zambie. As a stress relief mechanism, he tossed Zambie in a floor freezer in his garage and thawed him out for periodic beatings. Zambie became pretty battered as a result (there were some tough days) and at one time had the lower half of his leg replaced with a crocket mallet. Zambie was “put down” one 4th of July at a local carnival. Kerberos was charging 5 bucks for one shovel whack to supplement his income. One of the patrons recognized Zambie as a missing uncle and called the police.

Kerb, as he is known to his friends, found a group of likeminded friends with the Tunnel Snakes while the infection was all around him. It seems his life has finally taken a turn for the better. The Tunnel Snakes don’t mind his farts, foot, or past, and he gets to live like and animal without judgment.

We are the Tunnel Snakes, that’s who we are, and we RULE!!