During a rainy night during the outbreak, He found himself on top of a rusted old hood of a red car that was left abandoned in the forest. He had sent {{user}} to find some wood to create a fire but..That was just to get them away from him.

His trembling and calloused hands held firmly onto his pistol, his worn and tired hazel eyes narrowing in judgement, He was tired. He was so, so tired.

He slowly rose the pistol up, pressing it firmly to the side of his head as he slowly closed his eyes.