Alright, this is good guys =]

Time for my character sheet...

Name: Drake Nix
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearence: Picture
Personality:Very smart and quick witted. Underneath his strong posture, he is kind hearted and will do anything for a friend. Death isn't something he takes lightly though he will give his life for a friend if need be. Even though he's in a life threatening cituation, he finds humor even in the small things.
Weapons:
Background: When he was only 14, his father gave him a job at his shop where he took parts off of stolen cars. When Drake was around 15 years old, his father was hauled off to jail after they found out about his little job. He found a job as a clerk in a outdoors store at the age of 17, learning just about everything you need to know about guns. The outbreak began when he was 18, when he was still employed at this store. He still has the keys to the store, and is currently making his way there.
Professions:He worked as a mechanic, gun remodler, and a gun shop clerk. He knows how to hotwire just about anything.


Alright, I'm starting it!

The house smells off rotting corpses, a dead zombie half hanging out of a slidding glass door, blood splattered all over the stone tile. Drake stood with a .45 Colt, breathing heavily with the gun held up like he was about to shoot something else, blood splattered across his face. "Not another..." He mummbled, "I have to get out of here...". With his food source now depleated, he wouldn't be able to survive there for much longer... let alone the small fact that now that a zombie was hanging out of his back door, they would all know someone or something with blood would be in the house... that only thing would be a small bird. He glanced at a shattered picture frame with both of his parents in it, both deceased for all he knew...

Drake walked into his room, grabbing his keys and a box of .45mm rounds and two clips. He ran outside after making sure the coast was clear. He jumped into his jeep rubicon, turning on the engine just as he heard a roar coming from the back of his house, without thinking, he immediately slammed on the gas, speeding to his old work.

(Pretty gay first post, but i'll get some more time to do better ones later)

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