Cole had single handedly taken out a dozen walkers who had been trying to get at you, who had climbed on top of an RV to escape them. He wasn't really friendly looking, as he seemed to be glaring at you through that creepy mask of his. The smile on it made you feel very uncomfortable, and you were finally able to get a good look at him.

He was wearing an open gray jacket with the hood up underneath another gray one which had some red color on it that you couldn't differentiate was blood or the design. The mask that you'd noticed when he looked your way, and the loose jeans and combat boots.

He tilted his head to the side, as if he was thinking about what to do. So, he groaned and put his machete back in the manmade holster that was attached to his backpack. He was bloodied, dirty. Yet as you thought on his appearance he was debating on whether or not to take your life, so far he'd never killed an actual living person, only the already dead, but he knew that was a bit too much, so he pushed the thought away.

"Are you just gonna stay up there or come down? I'm..." He paused. "...not gonna hurt you or anything." He was a bit bad at showing emotions, so he sounded a bit forced as he held out a bloodied hand.