[Isaac, 16, 6'3", Male]

Apocalypse struck your home town. The undead rose wherever you looked. So far, you've seen no survivors.

You were in a convenience store, getting some rations, when you heard a gunshot. Fear set in you. Was there a zombie with a gun?! you thought.

You cautiously turn the corner, and see a man. A living, breathing guy. His skins not rotting, and he has no major injuries.

"Huh? Is someone there?!" He yells, aiming his gun in your direction