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[b]||Christopher Sven Gregory|| Chris|| Male|| 20||[/b]

[b]|Preferred Weapon|[/b]
A Louisville Slugger with nails attached to the tip. 

[b]|Personal Items|[/b]
A Jeep Wrangler
Car Keys
Spare clothes
A small sports backpack, that has a built in holster for his bat.
Family Pendant
3 Cans of edible soup
2 bottles of water
2 large books
A small medkit (most of the supplies have been used)

[b]|Bio|[/b]
If you had asked him how he would spend his day before the world had completely collapsed in on itself, perhaps Chris would have replied with a smirk and say with his usual smile, "Oh, I guess I'll just hang out with my friends at the park. Play some basketball or something" 

Now, he wouldn't hesitate to hit you upside the head with a modified baseball bat. He was originally hard and calculative, but now, he doesn't know who to trust anymore. This world has changed, and quite rapidly. Though, he does make an effort to try to appeal to those he makes contact with, attempt a smile that he used to be able to flash, or just offer some help. In the end though, nothing lasts forever. Another hard lessen that came with the territory. 
Christopher doesn't have company with him as of now, but he tends to wander, never wanting to stay in the same place for too long. Overall, his interaction with any other human has been quite slim, beside the few people he runs into now and then, but that only counts for a few slurs.

As for his personality, Chris isn't one to give up easily, in fact he was always stubborn and bull headed when it came to any kind of game or sport. He had to win. Period. He took losing as best he could, thinking of it as a reminder that he would have to work to improve on his skill, whatever it may be. His family had always seen that as a slight turn off about him, but they were patient enough to try and support him. Family... Another thing that has fallen apart during the apocalypse. Chris didn't have any siblings, but he did have a mother and father, both very caring people. He hasn't been able to contact them, and can only hope that they are alright. They live in Florida, quite a ways away. And unfortunately, his gas tank wouldn't get him even half way. For now, he is just a wandering soul, trying to survive, but without much purpose. He only hopes that if this ends, he gets to live to see humanity rebuild; to be what it once was.

[b]|Relationship Status|[/b]
Single. That's all that needs to be said on that matter..

[b]|Other|[/b]
He hasn't yet had to kill anything. Zombie, Human, Animal... He has experience with zombies, well... films and such. He was always a fan of horror movies. One thing that taught him. Always go for the head. No matter what it is. The head = dead.[/center]