Wallace is the singer for his band, The Dumpsterfires, and also the youngest of the group. If you asked him he'd say that he's their leader but if you asked any other member they'd tell you otherwise. His voice has a natural echo to it, being a ghost and all, and their listeners really like the spooky edge it gives their music.

Before the end of the world Wallace was always an outcast. His older brother was a natural good looker and the golden child, leaving Wallace pretty much sidelined by his parents and everyone else. He was never his own person to anyone, just the knockoff you can be friends with if you're not good enough get with the cooler version.

Wally was very much an emo kid, not in the its raining tacos scene way, in the plaid shirt spiked hair eyeshadow way, MCR and being antisocial was where it was at. The only thing that made his little emo heart happy was sneaking out at night to spray awesome graffiti on the walls of the sewers. He was above all else an artist, a rad artist, no matter how bad it got he always had the sewers to dick around in, and he hated it because he was emo and he hated everything.

When the nuke first hit and the zombies started claiming the world Wallace was with his cocky jock older brother, who for once was... Afraid? And begging Wallace to help him??? No thanks. And just like that Wallace left his ex-jock brother to fend for himself alone, James never did anything for him, why should he help him? If James gets eaten by zombies who cares?

So he headed to his least favourite place in the whole wide wasteworld, the sewers he'd spent years in decking it with his rad art. There were no blood-hungry zombies in the sewers, he had a whole backpack of gummy worms to last him for eternity, and he had no stupid parents to tell him to tidy his room, it was any emo teen's paradise... Until it wasn't, turns out one pack of gummy worms isn't enough to last eternity. Wallace was hungry, and so he headed up to the surface to look for food.

But he wasn't the only one looking for food that night.

He lifted up the manhole with his crowbar, expecting nothing more than the sight of the sludge lake to be in front of him. He was met with The Bomber, a killer legend in the making, freshly turned and only 15 at the time they met, a lot scrawnier than it is today but still none the less an utter rampaging plague on humanity.

The second he emerged from the sewage The Bomber caught sight of him, it's eyes grew wide, it's fur stood up, a hungry drool strung out of it's mouth, hanging from it's teeth like cobwebs. Wallace didn't even have a moment to realize the danger he was in, The Bomber had already stood up and started reaching it's arms towards him, running like it's life depended on it. There was only so much Wallace's crowbar could do to fend for him.

The Bomber doesn't leave anything behind when it kills, there are no zombies that were turned by The Bomber. When there is no corpse for the apocalypse to reanimate some are instead brought back as spirits.

He lives with his bandmates, Chloe, Sophie, and his older brother James. He doesn't get along well with anyone out of good old fashioned emo stubbornness, especially James. James is scared of everything undead and gets very obnoxiously jumpy around Wallace, which he thinks is hilarious.

As an artsy guy Wallace is in charge of the writing and general design for The Dumpsterfire's tracks, and he hates his job, because he's emo and he hates everything... But secretly he loves it (don't tell anyone.)