''Life in the state's was somewhat easy and hard for the former military hound now turned circus performer. Marx had a hard life growing up and the army was the only option for him. But he had to do so many terrible thing's and see too many daylight nightmare's. He had to get out. So, he moved out of his old country and came to America. And the only thing he could get was with a travelling circus. It wasn't too bad, an old friend of his set him up there and his expert knife and axe throwing skill's made him one of the star attraction's there. Life could change here for the better.

Until the daylight nightmares returned in the form of bloody and matted fur and rotting flesh. The familiar smell of death. News hit of their area being ravaged by what at first seemed like drug addicts or cruel drunks on a violent spree. But Marx could smell it when they got to them. Dead. These animal's were dead and attacking them. Chaos ripped through his small home as he just went into soldier mode, using his various knives, throwing them expertly at each dead chest and then realizing quickly to aim for the head. Then came the axes, hacking their way through each skull if not flying through the air.

Most of the circus was destroyed, many dead. Always. Always this happens. There was no choice. He grabbed what he could of his belongings and left. Now camping out in his old military tent and armed to the teeth, literally, Marx was ready to go back to war. He lost his old and his new one, but he won't lose anything he cared about again.''

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