Lost
The Lost are a group of bikers who live a detached and independent life. Armed conflicts between factions rarely concern them, largely because of the nature of their group: a pursuit of freedom and a love of motorcycles.
They are undoubtedly the most peaceful faction, although that certainly does not mean they are friendly.
The Lost on the Map
The Lost's Base
History of The Lost
Most of the current members of The Lost once belonged to an old biker crew from Stab City, which originally consisted of thirteen people.
The group had been on the verge of falling apart due to the loss of its former unity and the significant age differences between its members. Their ages ranged from 18 to 60.
The crew became increasingly divided into an “old generation” and a “new generation.”
The younger members promoted abandoning traditional rules, individuality, and recklessness, while the older bikers remained committed to customs established over many years, both in their behavior and in their appearance.
Everything changed when an explosion tore through Human Labs.
At the time, the entire older generation was riding along dusty back roads in their usual fashion when a loud blast echoed in the distance and clouds of smoke rose into the sky.
They immediately sensed that something was wrong.
They turned around and rushed back to the place where they usually gathered with the rest of the crew.
Inside the local pub, journalists were already reporting on the horrifying incident on television and explaining the danger of the situation.
The old generation consisted of five grown men, two of whom were experienced outdoorsmen who enjoyed wilderness expeditions and surviving far away from civilization.
They quickly forgot their old disagreements with the younger generation.
Now, their lives were at stake.
The two survival experts naturally assumed leadership.
They quickly organized the others and explained what supplies they needed to gather first.
The crew agreed to meet again at the same place a few hours later.
Fortunately, every single member returned at the agreed time.
The younger members, including two teenagers, became more nervous with every passing minute and appeared to be close to panic.
Yet the genuine calmness and confidence of the older bikers proved contagious.
And so their new journey began.
At first, the bikers retreated into the mountains, where avoiding contact with zombies was much easier.
They established a camp beside a small lake and took turns standing watch.
They survived on the supplies they had brought with them, supplementing their diet with wild berries, forest fruits, and small animals caught in traps placed around the perimeter.
A month passed.
The weather gradually grew colder, and the leaders decided that it was time to move on.
Two of the older bikers went ahead first to scout the area.
When they returned with a small supply of gasoline siphoned from an abandoned gas station, the rest of the group prepared to leave as well.
A long journey in search of shelter awaited them.
As they traveled through small towns and settlements, they increasingly realized that the infection was spreading far faster than they had ever imagined.
It was also becoming painfully obvious that the authorities had completely lost control of the situation.
The bikers spent a long time exploring the desert in search of shelter, repeatedly siphoning gasoline wherever any remained.
However, their fuel reserves were disappearing quickly.
There was no suitable location in sight where they could survive for an extended period of time, especially during winter — and especially during a zombie apocalypse.
Eventually, they made a decision that would determine their future:
they would build their own shelter.
Naturally, constructing something entirely from scratch would have taken far too long, required enormous effort, and exposed them to unnecessary danger.
Instead, they decided to find an existing location that could be rebuilt and adapted to suit their needs.
They did not have to think for long.
Almost immediately, they remembered an old auto repair shop where they had regularly repaired their motorcycles before the outbreak.
It was relatively small and ideally located.
It was far enough from the city that frequent zombie attacks would be unlikely, but not so far away that they would be unable to help other survivors who might still be nearby.
When the bikers arrived to inspect the site, they quickly realized that the workshop had simply been abandoned in a hurry.
They began planning how to transform it into their new base.
Their first priority was the perimeter.
They searched the surrounding area for metal sheets, roofing slate, wooden beams, cement, and anything else that could help them construct a strong defensive barrier against zombies.
Building even the most basic level of protection took several weeks.
After that, the bikers turned their attention to the interior.
They began by clearing as much space as possible, throwing away useless junk and anything that could not be repaired.
A cluttered shed beside the workshop contained all kinds of abandoned objects.
Among them, the bikers were fortunate enough to find a set of tools, several sturdy shovels that could be used to defend themselves from zombies, a broken sofa, and even an old gasoline-powered generator.
They unanimously decided to convert the now-cleared shed into living quarters.
The bikers covered drafty windows with fabric and patched cracks in the walls with sheets of plywood.
Once all work to insulate their new home was finished, the group was finally able to get some rest.
Missing the old days, the bikers eventually began taking short rides around the surrounding territory.
One rainy day, they noticed something unusual on the road:
a military convoy had been stopped by a large group of zombies.
The bikers decided to observe the situation from a distance, worried that the soldiers might turn their weapons not only against the zombies, but against them as well.
At first, the military had little trouble dealing with the walking dead.
However, the sound of gunfire attracted even more of the creatures.
Before the soldiers could regroup, they were inevitably overwhelmed and became food for the horde.
Assault rifles remained beside the bodies, while the vehicles most likely contained additional weapons and supplies that their former owners would no longer need.
After carefully assessing the risks, the bikers decided to wait until some of the zombies wandered away.
Then they would retrieve everything they could use.
That was exactly what they did.
Closer to nightfall, once part of the horde had moved a considerable distance away, the bikers began their supply recovery operation.
The heavy rain and darkness were both their allies and their enemies.
Despite the enormous risks, the bikers remained unnoticed and managed to recover everything they needed:
firearms for every member of the group, a small supply of medicine, ammunition, several bulletproof vests, and some military rations.
This discovery greatly improved their chances of survival.
They could now defend themselves far more effectively against zombies and were also able to hunt larger animals for food.
Not every member of the crew knew how to use a firearm at first, but that problem was quickly solved through joint training sessions in the forests.
It was at this point that the bikers realized it was time to take another step forward as a community.
In order to leave their old conflicts and disagreements behind, they decided that they needed a fresh start.
This marked the beginning of the faction known as The Lost.
A new threat had solved an old problem.
Once again, they had become a family.
After six months of isolated living, The Lost began encountering other groups of survivors.
They realized that improving their quality of life would require active participation in the trade networks that were developing between survivor communities.
They offered others everything they knew how to provide:
vehicle repairs, physical labor, and dried meat.
Today, ten years after the beginning of the apocalypse, The Lost generally avoid conflicts with outsiders unless those conflicts involve their trade relationships.
Their fiercely independent nature keeps them away from most unnecessary confrontations.
They also rarely accept new members.
Even when someone is allowed to join their ranks, it is almost always because they share the same interests:
a love of freedom, adrenaline...
and motorcycles, of course.
Distinguishing Features
The Lost have several recognizable characteristics.
The bikers prefer clothing made from durable materials that will not turn into rags after riding at high speeds.
Their outfits commonly include jeans or leather pants, tank tops and T-shirts featuring rock bands or skulls, black leather jackets, bandanas, and black knitted caps that protect them from the wind.
Long hair, beards, and mustaches are also common among them.
Unique Traits and Behavior
The spirit of brotherhood, freedom, and truth lies at the heart of the philosophy of a true biker.
It stands in opposition to the temptations of consumerism, materialism, and hypocrisy.
For a biker, the motorcycle always comes first.
Everything else comes afterward — including love and family.
Behavior type: neutral.
Interesting Facts
In the past, The Lost played a decisive role in the history of the Commonwealth.
They not only saved its members from certain death, but also helped them quickly gain recognition and influence among the other factions.