Y'all know how it works out; scientist messes around with rabies, Joe Blow bites into mysterious gas station burger or an asteroid crashes down and resurrects the deceased. You assemble the best and brightest from the video game universe to take on the undead scourge. My entourage includes...
The only way to kill a zombie is to go for the head. We've all seen Garrus's sharpshooting skills from ME1 and 2, so who's better than a disgruntled C-Sec officer to take on a zombie killing spree?
The man. The myth. The moustache.
Price is such a badass, not even motherfucking TIME can stop this guy. Win World War 2? Check. Won it again? Check. Stopped Ultranationalists from overtaking the Russian Federation? Check. Survived 5 years in a Russian gulag? Check. What more do you want?
He hates everything. 'Nuff said.
Nothing useful about this guy. But as the resident butt-monkey of Persona 4, his comic relief will ease the stressful conditions, and should the need arise, a useful sacrifice for the zombie hordes.
Equal rights be damned, Chie can at least pull her weigh around in a ZomPocalypse. GALACTIC PUNT!
"Cool guys don't look at explosions."
Everybody loves fireworks. And detonating "the largest ammo dump east of Paris" is just like setting off lots and lots of fireworks at once! No ZomPocDreTe is complete without an snarky explosives expert with a country-fried homeliness.
