I wrote this years ago for a website that isn’t around anymore (and I’m sorry to say I don’t remember its name). It’s a politician character archetype for All Flesh Must Be Eaten. Last night during the Democratic debate it popped in my head again, so I thought I’d share it.
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!”