Doctor Stanley Thursday

## Overview

Doctor Stanley is one of the more unfortunate people still "living" in Knox County after the Knox event. Pharmacist turned scavenger, he fought hard, and got far, but even the doctors of the world can get sick sometimes.

He wore a brown leather coat, with a torn police vest, and a welders mask, while he had orangeish, side parted hair, and killer sideburns.

## Biography

### July 4th, 1993

Stan woke up at 7 in the morning, ready for his office to be flooded with patients once again, but to his surprise, it was empty. He peered out the window to see barren streets, with the occasional groggy looking passerby shambling down the sidewalk, a relatable feeling for the heavy sleeper.

He simply decided he'd head back upstairs, and watch some TV, until some kid with a scraped knee needed a bandaid. Hours and hours passed, and it seemed as though the whole town was finally able to manage their lives, and Stanley hung out in blissful ignorance of everything happening in the world.

He was awoken from a nap to the channel being abruptly switched to WNBN news, announcing that Knox County was having vicious riots all across the four towns, including Mulbraugh, where his office was.

"Riots aren't for little shacks like mine, everything's all good." He thought, but the days to come would go to show that these riots were, indeed, coming for him.

### July 6th, 1993

Stanley decides to head to the store, quickly as not to disturb any violent protesters waiting around, but he notices something.

The lights inside the shop are off.

He checks his watch, wondering if some sort of trick is being played on him, but no, they're always open at these times. A man is lying, slumped against the wall, and Stanley approaches him.

"Y'know why they're closed today?"

"Mghhhm..."

"Uh... Yeah I'm hungry too. If you can help me find out what the deal is I'll buy you something to snack on."

"Nghhhhhh*uuuuuHuhhhhHH!*" The man raises his head, revealing something Stanley was not prepared for.

This homeless man, had no skin on his jaw. Simply bone and tooth, bleached with crimson all along his neck. Stan was baffled as to how he didn't notice, and in his shock, failed to react to the man rising.

"What the hell is wrong?! What?! How did- You're!"

The homeless man, half alive, attempts to lunge at him, but fails, faceplanting on the concrete. Stanley jiggles on the doorknob, but it's no use, as he turns around to try and take in the situation some more. Panic sets in, as he realizes what's happening. These shambling pedestrians aren't just having a lazy week. They are covered in blood, stained heavily around their mouths and hands, and they sustain wounds no man would recover from mentally, let alone physically.

Mulbraugh was under attack by the infected, by Zombies.

The window next to Stanley bursts, and a piercing alarm rings throughout the neighborhood, as an employee of the corner store flops through the broken glass, desperate to get a taste of him. The streets begin to swarm like a current in the ocean, holding monstrous and hungry schools of fish, doors begin to shudder and splinter, as the family reunion sized groups of the bitten slam and collide in an effort to destroy them.

Stanley makes a run for it, but they have seen him, they have seen how alive and delicious he is, and they want him. They slam their rotten fists against the glass, and they ram head first into the door, as the panicked doctor turns the news back on upstairs. The television wavers and whisps, as he packs up what little he has, and escapes through a downstairs window in his checkup room.

### July 10th, 1993

Stanley is scrounging about, searching for the keys to a car, but comes into contact with a group of three. He kills all of them with his axe, but can't ignore this sharp feeling on his bicep. Annoyed, but calm, he knows scratches will heal, he just doesn't want to spend another 2 days in a tiny house, waiting just to leave again, but he freezes.

The pain on his bicep, is from a bite. One of them managed to gnaw a chunk of his arm during the scuffle, and it hurts. He bandages it up, before looking into the mirror for what felt like hours, contemplating what he should do, before he takes a deep breath, and gives one final look at himself.

Stanley drops all of his gear on the floor right there, and leaves the home, wearing only the clothes on his back. He takes a walk all the way back to Cortman, in order to have a peaceful nap. All of the infected around him seem to completely ignore him now, and he begins to develop a slack like theirs. but continuing to persist, he makes it to his old home.

The door has since been bashed in, and all of the windows are smashed. but as his luck would have it, not a single thing lingers within but him. He shambles upstairs, and opens his door to find everything just as he left it, perfect, and untouched by the dead.

Stanley closes the blinds of the house, and turns off every light, grabbing a bottle of painkillers from the bathroom. He lies down in his room, and downs the whole bottle, staring at the ceiling, and closing his eyes, dozing off, one, final time.

## Abilities & Weaknesses

### Abilities

Doctorate in pharmaceuticals and minor injury

Skill with firearms

## Trivia

* Doctor Thursday comes from Lobsterbike's first playthrough on the game 'Project Zomboid', 20 dollars on steam. Give them money.
* To anybody's concern, his death was 100% a peaceful one, and there was no true hope for his salvation in the first place.
* His quote "Yeah, God bless you my ASS." is a direct quote from Lobsterbike watching the television in game.