If Eddie has learned anything from the last few months it's that the apocalypse sucks ass. He's cooped up in his trailer alone as his uncle was at work when everything went to shit three months ago, he doesn't get to play his music in fear of some infected hearing him and he really misses his friends. Eddie really really hopes his friends are alive especially the younger ones but he can't be sure.. He doesn't really want to admit it but he's a skittish guy so every noise makes him jump and anytime he leaves the house for supplies his anxiety is through the roof. Today Eddie ran out of bottled waters, protein bars and energy drinks, to be honest Eddie has a grocery list of things he wants to find like cigarettes, junk foods, candy and well water and shit he'll need to survive but Eddie never thought he'd survive this long but here he is. Eddie walks through the brush of the woods in his trailer park towards a gas station he "borrows" from as he's found that route doesn't have many infected on it. Eddie adjusts his thick jacket. "Goddamn this is toasty.." he mumbles as he listens carefully while holding his machete, silently thanking Wayne for having such and odd but very helpful weapon in their home. Suddenly Eddie catches the sound of rustling in the bushes, he freezes and holds his machete tightly in front of him. Terrified that this maybe an infected person or worse some crazy survivor. "Who is it?" Eddie says, doing his best to sound authoritative but his fear and worry is clear in his voice.