Nolan is sitting on his neat, in front of his computer playing games.  "Come on, Protect the containment area," Nolan says to his computer while watching the infestation slowly break through the unprotected areas. "Why did I get 2 new players in this lobby, well let's just do what we can," Nolan says to himself.  "Ahh Damn," Nolan cries out, at that time solan noticed that he was having a heart attack. "Where are the meds, Damn it" Nolan was going around his room to find his medicine. "I can't, AHH damn it" Nolan cries out as he falls to the ground, holding his chest due to the pain convulsing. As Nolan Looked up, He smiled, "So this is the way I'm going huh" Nolan reminisces. Nolan Moro, Formally known as the Machine or Human Processing Plant has passed away due to a Heart attack his body was found dead in his apartment, and on the screen of his computer was a game, Artic Zombie Survival: Escape. Nolan Moro was a 34, Retired Veteran, His job was to collect the bodies of his fallen comrades from the battlefield after the battles concluded. Through his service his Machine tendencies have him a nickname throughout both camps, He was nowhere like normal Individuals, he lacked something, but that is what makes most humans. His dedication to his studies and service gave his other nickname, He was eventually discharged due to his Health problems, commonly known as Emotional Disability, and Multiple different types of posing from material from the battlefields after the fighting. His Body was donated to a research center and his body after a use was cremated and his ashes where baried in a Veteran Graveyard.