Meet Edger G. Rottingsworth. A proper gentleman of sorts. His infection started when his lord had fired him for absolutely no reason besides he was tired of him, and wanted a new butler. After about two minutes of beating the poor sap into his west wing bedroom wall and then thrown out a window into a puddle of the gardeners acidic spit (Reggie "Reginald" Halsinger) he cleaned his suit and went on his merry way and found a group of fellow infected that he now makes tea for, and waits on them. Occasionally becoming a useful charger by ramming people into walls, cars, street lamps, ect. ect. ect. and then pummeling them for ruining a perfectly good suit and cup of tea.

Charger belongs to Valve

Edger Rottingsworth belongs to me