Appearance:
Name: Grahem Gannon
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Former Occupation: Truck Mechanic
Bio: Born to a pair of loony birds Grahem never came home to nothing happening, one day his parents would be jousting, the next making his brother on the sofa, which after a while he grew to ignore. He was average in school a strictly B grade student, never over achieving and never under achieving, a half way kinda kid. Though he did have one trouble in school that he carried on for the rest of his life, he couldn't talk without stuttering, which you can imagine wasn't exactly helpful when trying to make friends, so he just opted to stop talking, it wasn't like he was nervous or anything, it's just all that would come out was stutters.
During his final year in school the global economic crisis hit and his parents couldn't afford to keep him In school, though they tried, selling many valuables they had in their home. He left school rather unceremoniously in the middle is year and went to go and find a job to help support his parents, he went from job office to job office trying to find a place with work for him but had little luck, so he did what any sane person would do in a broke town, move. With the last of his cash he bought a bus ticket to the nearest big city, Empire City and coincidentally they had need for the menial labour he can provide, of course he would have liked to have a high paying job -who wouldn't- but the cards just weren't in the deck. No formal collage education and grades that weren't very outstanding giving him little option, he was a truck repair man and that was fine.
Living in Empire city was different compared to the little town he grew up in but not by that much, sure the buildings were taller and the cars were fancier but the people weren't as cold as you'd expect of city dwellers but the war changed that. The people became less flowery, less open, the truckers that came in from up north only brought bad news about the Russian campaign in Alaska but Grahem just worked on, ignoring the bad news and sending cash back home, trying to be as normal as you could in bad times. One of the effects of war is suffocating the life out of the people, so he found escape in plucking a guitar. And pluck he did even as the Virus bore down on the city, it was the last thing he remembered before waking up in a green world.
Stuff:
-Guitar.
-Cleaver.
-Empty water canteen.
-2Ibs of mutant deer jerky.
-Unopened box of instant coffee.
-Mug.
-2 sets of clothes.
-A trashbag.
-Street Map.
-Red Pencil.
-Note Pad.