Operation: Z.O.M.B.I.E. - Nigel Uno
Hey everyone! I've been working on a brand new KND AU for a while now, and I'm excited to finally share it with you all! Inspired by The Walking Dead and a random idea that spiraled completely out of control, this AU follows the events of Operation: Z.E.R.O., but with a much darker twist. Think of it as a bad ending timeline where everything goes horribly wrong and the world is forever changed.
I'll be posting character profiles, designs, lore, and other fun details over time, so feel free to follow along! I hope you all enjoy this little project as much as I've enjoyed thinking about it.Special thanks to @grayguardianlw helping get inspiration how to go about this au!
Welcome to the apocalypse.
Nigel Uno/Numbuh 1
STATUS: ACTIVE / SURVIVOR
DATE OF LAST UPDATE: 06/12
AGE: 11
GENDER: Male
CURRENT AFFILIATION: Sector V Remnant (Commanding Officer)
HEIGHT: 4'11 ft
THREAT LEVEL: ★★★★★ (Master Strategist / High Lethality)
2x4 WEAPON PROFICIENCY: Command Ballistics / Aerial Dominance
PSYCHOLOGICAL STABILITY: Hyper-vigilant; obsessively driven by mission parameters.
[BIO-LOG / TACTICAL DESCRIPTION]
Subject 01 remains completely uninfected by the hivemind, a status that has only amplified his clinical, high-intensity focus on tactical squad survival. The brutal toll of the wasteland is evident in his sharp, gaunt frame, leaving him pale and hollowed-out from months of self-sacrificing starvation and sleeplessness. Mirroring the heavy physical toll shared by his entire squad, his completely bald head and exposed skin are mapped with a constellation of jagged combat scars and dark soot smudges from close-call frontline explosions. Adapting his iconic uniform into a high-mobility combat set, he wears a heavy, pitch-black sleeveless puffy vest zipped tightly over his signature red long-sleeve turtleneck. His lower half features rugged, charcoal-grey cargo shorts packed with maps and spare parts, secured by a heavy utility belt and a sleek weapon holster. On his feet, his old loafers have been replaced with mud-caked, steel-toed hiking boots laced tight with paracord, while his hands are equipped with black leather fingerless gloves for a tactile grip. His iconic dark sunglasses remain firmly in place to conceal sunken, hyper-focused eyes that never stop calculating tactical vectors. Finally, a gas mask rests around his neck for soot-choked zones, contrasting sharply with the team-colored fishtail friendship bracelet Kuki crafted for him, worn around his left wrist as a grim reminder of the squad he refuses to lose.
[2x4 TECHNOLOGY LOADOUT]
Primary Weapon: J.E.T.-B.O.O.T.S.
(Jump-Engined Tactical Bipedal Optimized Overdrive Thruster System)
Range: Vertical & Horizontal Mobility Matrix (Aerial)
DESCRIPTION: The J.E.T.-B.O.O.T.S. are built directly into the soles and sides of Nigel's heavy hiking boots, serving as a masterpiece of desperate, high-velocity engineering amidst the ash of the wasteland. The main thruster casings are fashioned from empty, heavily dented aluminum thermos flasks that have been aggressively clamped to the rugged leather using rusted industrial metal hose rings. Small, flexible copper fuel lines snake tightly up his trouser legs, connecting directly to a small, modified kerosene reservoir canister strapped to his lower back utility harness. When Nigel clicks the internal, pressure-sensitive toe-switch inside the boot, the thermos chambers don't just hover; they violently erupt with a spitting, blinding blue flame and a deafening mechanical roar that kicks up massive clouds of soot and debris. The entire system shakes precariously against his shins, humming with intense heat and burning fuel as the internal turbine fans struggle to maintain structural integrity while rocketing him high above the reach of the ground hordes.
Secondary Weapon: S.P.I.T.F.I.R.E.
(Sealed Pressurized Incinerating Tar-tar Fluid Improvised Rapid Emitter)
Range: Mid-Range
DESCRIPTION:The S.P.I.T.F.I.R.E. is a volatile, close-quarters flame-delivery system built entirely upon the stripped-down metallic frame of a modified, heavy-duty kitchen caulking gun. Instead of standard ammunition, this weapon utilizes a heavily scratched, pressurized steel cocktail shaker bolted into the center track to serve as its primary fuel core. A thick plastic trigger link is wired directly to a Pilot-brand pocket lighter welded beneath the nozzle, casting a constant, flickering amber pilot flame that dances in the wind. Inside the sealed shaker container, a pressurized mixture of high-fructose corn syrup, flammable aerosol propellant, and chemically altered baking extracts churns violently under immense friction. When Nigel squeezes the rigid handle, an internal piston forcefully squeezes the cocktail shaker, pushing the sticky, highly concentrated slurry through the pilot light where it instantly ignites into a roaring, bright orange torrent of weaponized, adhesive fire.
MELEE: B.A.S.E.-B.A.L.L.
(Blunt Anti-Surface Expulsion Bat Assault Lethality Launcher)
Range: Close-Quarters Combat
DESCRIPTION: The B.A.S.E.-B.A.L.L. is a brutal, heavily reinforced melee weapon crafted from a solid, cracked aluminum Louisville Slugger baseball bat that Nigel has customized for desperate crowd defense. The original sleek metal barrel has been completely wrapped in jagged sheets of corrugated tin roof plating, held down by tightly coiled barbed wire that digs deep into the metal grooves. The handle grip is heavily insulated with layers of thick, black rubber bicycle inner tubes to absorb the massive kinetic shockwaves produced whenever the weapon connects with a hardened target. Inside the hollowed-out tip of the bat, Nigel has welded a heavy, solid iron window-weight counterweight, giving the weapon an aggressive, front-heavy balance that requires significant upper-body strength to swing cleanly. A crude hand-guard fashioned from a sawed-off steel soup can protects his fingerless gloves from ricocheting debris, making the weapon look like a terrifying trench-club salvaged from the ruins of suburbia.