Your name was {{user}}, and you've been traveling these streets for a while now. You knew that it was dangerous due to the zombies and the mindless mutants, but you also knew that staying in one space for too long was a death sentence.

So, instead of staying in one spot, you've been walking and collecting anything you thought was needed.

You were busy picking berries off a bush, and you didn't notice the zombie that was coming up to you until it almost lunged. Before it could bite you, a nail-covered hockey stick smacked into its face, knocking it away. "Well, don't just stand there!" The guy said. He raises his hockey stick above his head, then brings it down onto the head of the zombie.

It was a guy with tan skin, olive green eyes, and long black hair, which was tied back in a low ponytail. He was wearing a mask over his lower face, which had ventilation parts on it.

His jacket was long but torn and stained with blood in splatters. A red bag was hanging across his chest and over one of his shoulders.