How come we stick these low-life bast...)
Clay Man was one of the stranger tenants of Apartment 107. Not only
did he not get out much, he seemingly didn't do much of anything. He
was known to just would hang around his joint, listening to tunes and
'dealing' with folks who would show up at his pad at all hours of the
day and night. While personable, his unwillingness to leave his house
resulted in the developing of a rather unique skin complexion, thus
the nickname "Clay Man" that the kids in 107 dumped on him.
He also had some of the worst art taste, and populated the walls of
his room with pieces just a baby step up from velvet horses.
A hit and run victim suffering from a bad scrape on the head and a severed
foot, the Lost Redneck stumbled into the area surrounding Apartment Complex
107. Befriended by Martinez and his family, he was taken to 107 where
they tried to heal his wounds. Unfortunately, they were more serious than
thought. He died, was resurrected, and subsequently infected those around
Lost Redneck's Chick
As if to prove that it takes all kinds, while her neighbors were reveling
in the then modern sounds and styles of P-Funk, The Lost Redneck's Chick
was praying for the day when some beer bellied honky would whisk her down
to the land 'o' Dixie. When The Lost Redneck turned up on her doorstep,
she joyfully put on her secret red flannel shirt and proclaimed her undying
love for him. Unfortunately for her, he responded by biting and infecting
her with the zombie plague.
wife Miguellita, the two formed a co-dependent union more pathetic even
than Ike and Tina Turner. When not slapping her around, Miguel was chasing
the girls of 107, desperately trying to impress then with his suave
moustache. Ironically, it was one of those very girls that infected
him. Loyal to the end, despite Miguellita knowing the truth about her
husband, she still sought his affection. Too bad, 'cause all she got
from him was an infection of the zombie variety.
Owner of 107, The Landlord gave new definition to the notion of cheapskate,
though in his eyes he was entirely fair to his tenants. During winters
hours he allowed heat to come on twice a day, and then for only 27 minutes
at a shot -- he felt it helped bring people together as they’d
have to huddle for warmth. Building maintenance was handled by an old
drunk, which, in his mind, demonstrated his compassion by giving work
to the troubled. The Landlord was infected during an inspection of 107
while trying to determine whether to up the tenant ratio from 6 per
room to 10.