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Bob Mungleton participated in the Post-Apocalyptic Outbreak Contest. Bob Mungleton was written by Day7teBayte. The article presents a post-war doctor with pre-war knowledge fighting against a disease which could threaten the whole US. Bob Mungleton was voted the winner of its respective contest!
Bob Mungleton
General Information
Date of Birth: 2119
Date of Death: 2182
Age: 63 (at death)
Location Information
Status Information
Status: Deceased
Occupation: Doctor
Physical Information
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 1.81 meters
The knowledge and science of the old world is vital to survival in the new one. Any man who would disregard it on the grounds of it supposedly making him weak or to prove some philosophical point is an utter moron. It'd serve them right if they died of a brain tumor— Bob Mungleton

The first real doctor in the city of Grand Central, located in the Detroit Wasteland, Bob Mungleton was blessed with the combination of considerable medical skill and an abrasive personality. The combination of these traits would prove to be vital in his role as a doctor, one that helped to save countless lives and ensure the future of the Detroit Wasteland and its people.


Bob Mungleton was born in the outer Michigan wastelands in 2119. His family were nomadic scavengers who moved from place to place as they tried to find useful materials to trade for supplies. Even from an early age he proved to have a keen intellect and insight into the world around him, as well as an ability to grasp complex concepts that belied his lack of formal education. Wherever possible, he would try to acquire books and holotapes to study in the hope that he could learn more about the science of the old world.

His first truly life-defining moment came in his early teens when his family were stripping down a pre-war hospital. Bob came across a stash of old medical texts that he poured over, doing his best to learn as much as he could from them. This would serve as the spark of inspiration that would give him a new direction in his life, learning to become a doctor. In that regard he proved to be vital to his family and their trade, helping to treat their injuries and deal with diseases and other threats to their health.

In 2140, stories reached their group of the new colonies springing up in the Detroit Wasteland; specifically one built in the abandoned hulk of Michigan Grand Central Station. The Mungleton group saw the benefits of living in a stable, permeant settlement, while also feeling that their skills and experiences in scavenging would be useful to the populace. Finally, Bob felt that he would be able to sell his burgeoning skills as a doctor to the community and provide them with a vital service.

Bob’s plan proved to be a success. Grand Central had a few medics, but most of them were untrained or, at the very least, only just competent at their jobs. To the people of Grand Central, Bob Mungleton’s arrival proved to be a much-needed relief, especially given the dangers of the Detroit Wasteland that constantly pressed on them. Battles with Raiders as well as Feral Ghouls and other creatures, as well as the constant risks associated with living in a city full of half-collapsed ruins meant that injuries were commonplace. Additionally, there was a constant threat of disease from contaminated food and water, as well as radiation.

Mungleton gladly aided the people of Grand Central with his medical skills and expertise, but at no point was ever pleasant about it. His demeanour was often superior or condescending, and he was blunt to the point of rudeness with his patients. He also tended to blame those that had suffered from accidents and take a ‘this wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t poking around in half-collapsed ruins’ attitude towards them. None the less, the people of Grand Central gladly put up with his attitude because he was so good at what he did.

Beyond his services as a doctor, Mungleton began training other medics to aid him and thus in turn aid the city. These students became ground zero for his caustic attitude and behaviour, and often were berated for even the most simple of mistakes. However, he also proved to be a skilled teacher and taught a number of students, passing on his knowledge. This gave Grand Central a small but growing pool of medical personnel, which aided in the overall health and well-being of its populace. Over the course of his first decade in the city, rates of injury, death and illness plummeted even as the population boomed.

All of these developments would prove to be vital to securing the future of the Detroit Wasteland.

In 2153 a group of scavengers entered a warehouse near Grand Central, looking for supplies. What they instead found was a group of containers full of improperly stored medical waste. Not knowing what they were, the scavengers opened them and were exposed to the contents, ones that had been mutated by years in storage, intermingling of materials and, of course, radioactive fallout. The entire scavenger crew were infected, but showed no immediate signs of illness or other ill-effects. Brushing off the contents as being worthless, they returned to Grand Central. The group freely intermingled with their friends, family and other residents of the city.

Within days, the entire scavenger crew were showing signs of illness; coughing fits, profuse sweating and respiratory problems. The first one of them collapsed while having a meal in the middle of the city’s market. They were rushed to Doctor Mungleton’s office, but died without ever regaining consciousness. In response, he and his medical crew moved to isolate the rest of the scavenger crew in order to prevent them from further spreading the infection. However, the damage had already been done.

After the first week, the entire scavenger crew were dead. Furthermore, it became apparent that they had infected a number of other citizens after returning from their scavenging run. And while the initial scavengers had received a larger dose of whatever it was, they had proven to be very infectious. Soon Mungleton and his medical staff were dealing with cases across the city as the infection continued to spread.

As he did his best to develop a treatment for the infection, Mungleton began to consider the wider issues at play. Not only was there the very real risk of the infection spreading to the entire population of Grand Central, but on top of that was the risk of it going further. Grand Central sent scavengers out across the city, as well as traders who interacted with the other emergent communities. On top of that was the risk of encounters with raiders and other scavengers. Mungleton was well aware that Grand Central was the only settlement equipped to deal with a medical emergency to any degree. Should the infection spread further, no other community would be equipped to handle it. It could potentially kill every human in the Detroit Wasteland.

Bob went straight to Kevin Furtney, the mayor of Grand Central, and explained both the situation and what needed to be done in order to contain it. He demanded that the mayor order the city into a lockdown, with its populace confined to their homes and cancelling all external activities such as scavenging and trade. Mayor Furtney took on board all the advice of his city’s chief doctor and then disregarded it, instead deciding that he knew better about what was good for his own city and, more to the point, what would make him look good with the people. He also went on record as stating that there was no outbreak, and that it was just a case of the sniffles that was going around,

However, it quickly became obvious to even the mayor that the situation was out of control. Faced with a growing number of infections, Mayor Furtney backed down on some of his decisions, allowing the closure of businesses and trade, but also not discouraging trade or scavengers from going outside. He also offered his own health advice as to how to deal with the problem, which included such insane suggestions as injecting Abraxo Cleaner.

Realising that Mayor Furtney was a moron who was going to get everybody in the city and potentially the rest of the Detroit Wasteland killed, Doctor Mungleton took matters into his own hands. He leaned on members of the city’s volunteer security force in order to effectively force a lockdown, preventing the further spread of the disease to other communities. He then moved to isolate and segment the population based on those that were infected, those that were healthy, and those that could potentially be infected.

Having managed to get the city somewhat under control, Doctor Mungleton and his staff worked on both treating the infected and developing a cure. While it quickly became clear that they could not save everyone, the deaths of those who were too severely infected did yield valuable data that they were able to use in formulating a response. Furthermore, the isolation of the infected helped to drastically slow the rate of new infections, buying time for him and his team to work. Mungleton and his staff took the utmost precautions, going so far as to wear Hazmat suits while working with patients.

Realising that he’d had his authority usurped, Mayor Furtney engaged in a petulant, childish temper tantrum. He publicly denounced Mungleton and fired him from his position as chief medical officer. At the same time, he offered his own health advice to the population, such as injecting Abraxo Cleaner as a way to treat the disease, or to take Buffout as a way to build resistance (something that he claimed to actively be doing at the time). He also took to blaming the settlement of Park Lane for the virus, going so far as to label it the ‘Park Lane Virus’ even though he had no reason to do such.

By that point, the city’s populace had come to realise that their mayor was an idiot and, more to the point, was actively making things worse for then. Mungleton not only refused to step down, but he quickly amassed a considerable number of supporters who were more than willing to protect him and try to let him do his work, while also aiding in the containment of the infected. While this group was made up of other medical staff and civilian volunteers, more than a few members of the city’s volunteer security force had joined their number.

With Furtney reduced to an impotent blowhard, Mungleton was able to concentrate on his work. And while his main political obstacle had been sidelined, he still needed to deal with the actual problem at hand. While people were dying, his efforts had achieved a partial success thus far; they were no longer dying at as fast a rate, while the rate of new infections had fallen off. Furthermore, it seemed that the infection had not spread beyond the city. Runners (known to be clean) sent to the emergent settlements of Park Lane and Chryslus Castle discovered that both were apparently free of the disease. However, that didn’t rule out the very real possibility that it had also spread to raider groups or other small communities.

As a part of his plan, Mungleton ordered an expedition to the warehouse where the initial infection occurred in order to bring back samples for further study. A small team, all clad in Hazmat suits, were sent out with information provided by the members of the initial scavenger crew before they The team were able to locate the original source of the infection and extract samples for further study. However, on their way back, they were attacked by a group of raiders; two of the team were killed before the rest were able to escape. True to his nature, Mungleton offered only the most perfunctory of consolidation before diving back into his work.

He devoted himself to the study of the samples recovered from the warehouse to track down the source of the problem. His examinations suggested that the source was a mutated flu virus, one that had turned highly infections and aggressively deadly thanks to the effects of radiation and other contaminants. None the less, that gave him a baseline for a treatment program and the development of a cure. Tests performed on patients eventually yielded successful results, albeit at the cost of several lives. (Although most of those patients were already terminally ill, and Mungleton was his usual, unpleasant self over the entire matter).

Armed with this, he was able to commence production of a cure, while also instituting a program to best deliver it and protect the still healthy population of Grand Central. The most ill patients would be made as comfortable as possible before they died. This choice, while outwardly callous, was strictly utilitarian in nature. The city lacked the capacity to manufacture enough chems to cure everyone, and many of those that were the most ill were likely beyond cure anyway. At the same time, the rest of the city would be inoculated against future infection. The surviving infected would be slowly reintroduced into the populace once they were deemed to be healthy.

Ultimately the plan worked. While the cost in lives had been steep, and the still-formative economy of Grand Central had been driven into the ground, the majority of its population had been spared. Once he was proven to be clean, Mungleton himself would be personally congratulated by acting mayor Rob Ghoone (Mayor Furtney having died of a Buffout-induced heart attack) not only for his bravery and dedication, but for simply keeping a level head during the crisis.

(One interesting side effect of the whole affair was the short-lived Grand Central chem industry that sprang up out of the need to manufacture treatments for the virus. It would eventually collapse after its leader, Maurice Bagg, was exiled in 2171 for chem dealing)

After the city was declared to be ‘clean’ and reopened for business, Bob Mungleton remained as its chief doctor. He would devote more and more of his time towards training others, knowing full well that the city would continue to need medics after he retired. Despite his experiences with the outbreak, he never changed his attitudes or softened his approach to others. His manner with his patients and his students remained coarse and blunt, and his bedside manner was virtually non-existent. Perhaps unsurprisingly, he never married.

Bob Mungleton remained busy for the rest of his life until his death in 2182 at the age of sixty-three. He was given a public memorial service in Grand Central, where he was hailed as a hero by the mayor for his acts in saving the city and, potentially the rest of the Detroit Wasteland. Ironically, the entire outbreak would be forgotten over the years as attention focused more on the threat posed by the Warlords of Detroit took precedence (and no degree of attempts to sweep Mayor Furtney’s time in office under the rug). Mungleton would be memorialised in a small plaque in the city’s central marketplace; a motion to name the city’s clinic after him failed.


Bob Mungleton was an intelligent man, one who had dedicate himself to the study of medicine and its application to treat the many, many threats posed by life in a post-nuclear wasteland. He was a voracious reader, constantly seeking out new materials and information in order to learn from it and further expand his knowledge. He saw the knowledge of the old world as being sacrosanct and invaluable; to him, any attempts to destroy or suppress it would be not only foolish but actively malicious.

In his work, he was thorough and dedicated. He preferred to be methodical, gathering as much information as he could before coming to a conclusion or implementing a solution to an issue. This approach was a key part of his treatment of the vital outbreak that threatened Grand Central. Rather than rushing to a result, Bob wanted to make sure that he was certain that what he was doing would work and achieve the desired outcome rather than taking half-measures or temporary solutions.

While he was a valuable part of the community, Bob never made any efforts to make himself likeable or pleasant. A naturally disagreeable man, he also became somewhat arrogant and superior as he became more and more invaluable to the community. This attitude was reflected in his dealings with his patents, as he would often lecture them on their own misfortunes while treating them, as well as advising them against whatever behaviours had led to their situations. He also had very little respect for authority, and resented those that tried to tell him what to do or how to run his affairs. He often clashed with the various leaders of Grand Central, although none to the same degree that he did with Furtney.


For most of his adult life, Bob Mungleton was tall and lean. He tried to maintain as healthy a lifestyle as possible in the wasteland, and would frequently lecture his patients about their own bad habits (chems, smoking, licking old paint off the walls and so on). Bob had lean, angular features that gave him a perpetually unimpressed, almost disdainful look that seemed to perfectly reflect his actual personality. He remained clean shaven for most of his life, and had short-cropped hair.

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