Battlefield 4 Irish - Jive

(Keep in mind the short bio is not based on the real bio on Irish in Battlefield 4 other then his name.) Biography: "Specialist Kimble "Irish" Graves was always the life of the party. He never took his job seriously, which in turn angered his drill sergeants in training. Some of them began to like him after a while, others continued to hate. But he didn't care. He had plenty of friends who were in the military. Every weekend he would either go out to party, get drunk, or a combination of both. He wasn't there to fight, he was there to have a good time. He was soon stationed near the outskirts of the quarantine, near the entrance that separated the area with fences, apartments, and parks. The apartments were already abandoned from the civilians who were long gone before they arrived. Car honking of traffic jams could be heard close by. It annoyed the people in his squad, but he didn't mind it. He was used to the city life he once had. His role was to keep watch for anyone leaving or entering the quarantine. If he saw anyone acting suspicious, he had orders to shoot on sight. No questions asked. Only problem was that nobody showed up. There was nothing to do. It was all for nothing, a complete waste of time. So why not use that time to get drunk? Some of the rooms in the apartment had alcohol left behind anyway. Better not leave it to waste! With those being his last thoughts, he slowly drifted to sleep. Hours later, he wakes to the sounds of gunfire coming from below the apartment. Screams and chaos surrounded the apartment. Quickly grabbing his rifle, he ran down the stairs as fast as he could. But it was too late. Most of his squad that he spent months with together, drinking beers and talking about home with, were being eaten alive before his eyes. And it was all his fault. The rest felt like a dream to him. Pushing, stabbing, and shooting the horde of the undead before him with his rifle and pistol until he ran dry. Staring at the corpses before him, he knew he h