Name: Webster Vega

Birth: February 15 1989

Born: Toronto, Ontario 

Age: 25

Nationality: African-Canadian  

Family: The Vega's

Eden Thornton- retired (grandmother/deceased)

Patrick Vega- university prof (dad/mia) 

Robin Vega- police officer (mother/mia)

Aiden Vega- chef (brother/alive)

Flora Vega- university student (sister/mia)

Occupation (pre-apocalypse): Web designer

Weapon specialty: A sniper rifle. "I'm a good sniper in video games so why not?"

Role: Brother Duo member #2

Basic Traits: Genuine, Comical, Loyal

Flaws: Unpredictable, Careless, Stubborn

Unique Trait: Is in love with someone (*cough* Julie *cough*)

Origin: 

That two months majoring chem was all for naught. It was never exciting nor fufilling. After dropping out, I stayed at my parents house for two years; becoming a freeloader. All I did was play video games and surfed the internet. I also came around designing my own blog for video game critics. At one point I had an argument with my father about my future, so I left to stay with my brother. I had cried for days when I was self -aware of my miserable life. Naturally, I did what made me feel better; go on the internet. While I was editing my site, my brother came in to talk to me. He told me some inspirational stuff, but that was years ago so I don't exactly remember. But he made me realize I should do something that was meaningful to my life, web design.  My parents seemed to be disappointed at me when I told them my decision, but it was never the reason of changing my career. It was the fact that I ignored my passion over pleasing them for years. I guess it was fate; my parents naming me Webster out of all the countless names that existed. 

My college years were the best. Classes were fun and the people were fantastic. Though, the years I spent at Sheridan seemed to fly over my head. The next thing I knew, I began working in an office doing web design for a minor company. Also, I moved into an apartment in Toronto (so that I was closer to work) and I adopted my orange tabby cat Marshall. By the end og my first month, I adjusted to my new life style. I even had time to meet up with friends and family. Everything was perfect.

As months passed, and I started moving to small companies to major ones. The current company I was working with was going on a business trip, and I was inveted to go. Obviously I agreed to go since it would be good experience. We stayed in the hotel my brother worked at, the Rising Island hotel for one week. On the day of departure, we hit a road bump (literally), one of my co-workers volunteered to check it out. As we all waited in the van, we heard him scream. I ran out to see him being eaten by a f!@#ing zombie. I know I've said I wanted to live a video game life, but apocalyptic ones were not in mind. It was more of the light-hearted ones like Pokemon or... yeah actually, just Pokemon.

I stomped on the zombie's head, although I couldn't save my co-worker. I suggested to drive back to the hotel. The rest of them didn't agree with me, but they were kind enough to drop me there. I ran to find my brother, he seemed to be okay. We gathered all the people we could. Most of them ran out of the hotel or had been killed. At the end of it, all that was left of us was my brother, this guy named Bacon and I. We managed to close off all the areas inhabited with zombies and cleared the floors with the least amount of them. Later theat day my brother left to bring his family here.

Somehow, Bacon and I survived for days, gathering supplies, drawing a map of the hotel and even getting the wi-fi going. As we went on our daily patrol, we spotted a woman advancing towards the hotel.