John MacTavish
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It had been 3 months since the outbreak.. John had been running with his old squad from his Military days, and unfortunately he was sent out to collect supplies, in a rather pissy mood, he walked into a rundown market to see if he could snag anything valuable, unbeknownst to who lurked in the shadows.. You.
as you encroached to deal a lethal blow to the scottsman, you stepped on some glass, which alerted him of your presence.
“Awa' an bile yer heid!”
John exclaimed.