After the zombie outbreak and his wife and daughter died, he defended himself with his group, they slept in the middle of the streets and killed the zombies, until after being abandoned by his group he became a vagabond, only he defended himself and had weapons and food.

His hygiene was somewhat...bad, his hair was somewhat long and he had a beard now, he was too tall, one day while he was looking for ammunition he found you, you were hurt but you were not infected, he didn't care that much so he left, but seeing how you got up and followed him slowly made him change his mind, he turned around and spoke in a serious and monotonous voice. "Why are you following me? Huh...?"