Okay took me awhile to do this. Trying to think of his past was a bit of a pain but about time he had a past.
The tale of Theodore 'Teddy' Mason the 3rd
Nimrod couldn’t remember his real name, nor could he remember his parents. Other than the fact that they didn’t want him and had him committed.
“I can’t believe we’re finally going to have a baby Ted.”
“We’ve waited a long time, Margaret.”
His parents had been happy with the news, they tried for so long to have a child and to carry on the family name. The would be named Theodore ‘Teddy’ Mason the 3rd. Teddy came too early and due to complications during the pregnancy and delivery, lived in the hospital for six weeks before his parents could take him home. He seemed like any normal baby, but he was slow to develop. He started everything late, crawling, walking, and talking. He always seemed in his own little world, like his parents weren’t there sometimes.
They kept taking him to doctors. What was ‘wrong’ with their child? They tried all kinds of vitamins and supplements until he was four.
“Teddy, what are you staring at?” his mother asked.
“You no see? Lobster, a chipmunk, a fluffy squirrel. Having a tea party.” Teddy said before looking at his mom. “Can we join them?”
His mother wasn’t amused by this story, she worried even more about him.
As the boy got older, the more extreme what he saw and heard became. He would even start walking the house at night playing with things that weren’t there. So they started to lock him in his room at night, he would then scream saying something was in his room and he didn’t want to be there.
“I can’t take this anymore..” Margaret said. So Ted hired a nanny to keep up with Teddy. Just in time as Margaret found out they were expecting another child.
“I pray that this one is normal.” Margaret said. When their next son was born, they wouldn’t let Teddy near him.
“Why can’t I see Charles, mom?” Teddy asked, he just wanted to see his new baby brother.
“The less people who see him the better. He is sickly.” his mother told him, it was a lie but the boy believed her.
Five months later, there was a huge storm. When the adults woke, they couldn’t find either child. The searched the grounds and found Teddy under a tree, holding onto the baby. They were both near death from the elements. They were rushed to the hospital.
Margaret was beside herself and once Teddy woke up, “What were you doing with Charles? Why were you outside?”
“The house wasn’t safe. Something was after Charles...so I tried to protect him.” Teddy said, he knew no would believe him that the baby had to get out of the house. He ran most of the night trying to keep his brother safe.
Margaret’s face clouded over, she became very pale then she just exploded. “The only reason Charles isn’t safe is because of you! We’ll be lucky he makes it through. As for you! I want you gone! You’re not stepping a foot inside the house.” she turned to the doctor. “I want him committed. He is no longer my child.” she stormed out of the room.
Teddy was confused, “Mom!” he cried out but he was attached to too many lines to get out of bed.
The next day they discharged Teddy and they took him to the asylum, where later would be part of the QZ.
“Goodbye Teddy.” his father said, his mother wouldn’t even speak to him.
“What is this place? Where are you going? When are you coming back?” Teddy called out, the workers were holding him back as he tried to go after him. “Mom! Dad!”
“Shut up! Your parents aren’t coming back.” one of the workers said, hitting him on the back of the head.
From that point on, Teddy was experimented on and the cocktail of drugs he was on damaged whatever part of the brain that had made him see and hear things. He still wasn’t normal and stuck as a small child even though he was in his early 50s by time he was able to get out of that place when the zombies took over.
