Name: Andrew Connors

Appearance:

Age: 33

Role: Leader.

Equipment: Glock 23 semi-auto pistol. Gerber Trident combat knife.

Bio: Andrew used to be a cop from the small town of Warrick, PA. He had a great job, amazing friends, a loving wife, and a young daughter. Until the day everything went wrong. A car accident claimed the life of his daughter, and with it, his entire purpose and belief in life. He retreated inwards, and grew distant from everyone in his life. He left behind his work on the front lines for a secluded desk job and buried himself in work, and his relationship with his wife degraded to the point that they were two severely depressed strangers who hardly spoke. She was suffering too, becoming slowly addicted to painkillers and high dosages of anti-depressants. Neither one of them hardly noticed the world as we knew it crumbling away around them. The undead plague swept over Warrick slowly at first, then spread like wildfire. Over the course of a couple weeks, the population dropped from about 1000 to less than 20. Those still alive holed up in town hall in an attempt to ride it out.

After three weeks of waiting, Andrew, along with fellow officer Carrie Jones and ex-Marine David Greene, came to the conclusion that no help was coming, and the few survivors set out in search of help. Their trip was a costly one, they lost most of their people within a week of leaving Warrick, Andrew's wife was among the casualties. They soon met Bryan Jeffries' mobile survivor camp and decided to join them.

Name: Donny Yang
Appearance: Donny looks like a short, tubby asian kid, even though he's 20 years old.He has short black hair and generally tries to be clean shaven. He has many scars and cuts from trying to survive these harsh times. Often wears a straw conical hat and a green scarf.
Age: 20
Role: Scavenger
Equipment:
.223 Revolver - A Donny special. Uses common but decently powerful .223 rifle ammunition, and it's revolver design means that Donny doesn't need to keep track of magazines.

Remington 870 - Donny's hunting rifle. It's actually a shotgun, but Donny has both bucks and slugs to handle a variety of situations when needed. Donny rarely takes this weapon out during scavenger hunts due to it's bulk, but he owns one nonetheless.

Hatchet - A small hand axe good for cutting through doors or limbs. Balanced for throwing, though aside from party tricks Donny will likely never do that.

Spear - This clunky knife-spear is Donny's main melee weapon. Using four fancy ultra light carving knives, a broomstick, and some rope, Donny's spear is perfect for quietly stabbing uglies from afar.

Molotovs - Donny carries a few bottles of petrol and other flammable oils. While the explosive power of his molotovs are fairly minor, they're good at making things burst into flames and making a lot of noise, two things that can be used to distracted zombies. Donny has a lighter to light the fuses.

Donny also carries other supplies he'd need for scavenging, things like a map, compass, some food supplies, first-aid kits, lots of rope, extra bags to carry loot in, and of course bullets. Donny often makes his own bullets too, typically very cheap and scratch-made since there isn't any factories making new bullets. Donny has other things too that he may take depending on the purpose of his scavenger hunt: sometimes he may take his shotgun if he's expecting a fight, sometimes he might take his tools if he needs to go repair something.

Bio: By all right Donny looks like the type of guy who would have been the first to get killed by zombies. Fat, rather ugly, and out of shape. Only thanks to luck and the grace of god has Donny lasted so long. Donny was with his family at first, but slowly they each died. First it was his little sister; she was killed at school. Then his mother and father; they were at work when the zombies got them. Donny tried to stay with his brother and sister, but his sister was taken by bandits and killed herself before they would rape her. His brother died trying to save her. This left Donny alone and afraid, and even with his weapons Donny had seen better people than him get killed. When he joined this group of survivors, Donny didn't really see a reason not to join, but at this point he doesn't really care about himself or anyone. He mostly joined the group so he wouldn't die alone.

Donny is fairly crafty and skilled at putting things together. He made his own gun and often makes his own bullets. He'd collect scrap together to so he can break them down and make them into something new. Doesn't always work out, but it's his hobby and the only thing that keeps him sane. He has a tendency to pick up junk if he thinks it can be used later for crafting.

Name: James Colt

Appearance:


Age: 33

Role: Guard

Equipment:
- Gerber Gator Kukri;
- Beretta M9 .9mm;
- Marlin 1894 .44 Magnum lever action rifle;
- A zippo lighter and a pack of cigarettes with about 8 left inside;
- A backpack containing magazines, both full and empty for his Beretta M9, two boxes, one half used of 44 Magnum ammo for his Marlin levergun, a 2L bottle of water with about a quarter left in it, a private journal, two pens for it, a bag of pork jerky, two tuna cans and a small blanket;
- A picture of his daughter Michelle.
Bio:
James is a tough, outspoken, conservative and sometimes hard-headed person. Despite that however, he takes his role as a guard very seriously and watches after everybody with an eagle's eye. Before the whole mess started James used to work as a mechanic at his uncle's custom car shop. He managed to survive by doing his best to be stealthy and by sticking to alleys instead of big streets. After a couple of days he managed to get out of the city and sticked only to small towns and highways. A talented hunter and shooter, James had no trouble surviving as he scavenged whatever he could pick up from dead people and even hunted if he found some animals in good shape. He even keeps a private journal in which he wrote down his experiences as a survivor and opinions about various things.

James has a daughter, Michelle, 17 years old. Unfortunately he has no idea if she's alive or not because when all hell broke loose the first thing he did was go home. Not only to get supplies but also to get his daughter. But he did not find her there nor did he find her body anywhere and the place was locked when he arrived, just like he left it. The uncertainty of whether or not his girl is still alive is very hard to bear and it's killing him sometimes.