Zachariah Taylor
"So two guys walk into a bar. The second guy turns to the first guy and goes, 'why didn't you warn me?"
_______________________________________________________Just the Truth______________________________________________________
Nickname: Zac
Age: 23
Gender: "I'm sure I'm a guy but, I do like watching chick flicks and I'm a sucker for a decent romance novel. So it could be debated."
Originally from: Connecticut
Former Occupation: "I was once part of the illustrious career of cleaning up after a whole bunch of stupid people," "You looked after the special needs?" "No, I was a janitor at a mall."
Physical Description: Zac stands roughly 5'11" and weighs 180 lbs. He doesn't really have much in the way of muscle mass or tone, but he isn't really lanky and gangly either. His black hair almost makes it to his dark blue eyes. He has a few scars on his body, most of them are burns on his fingers to prove that he was a smoker. He seems to have a constant smirk on his face. If you catch him while he thinks nobody is watching him, he might be muttering under his breath.
Personality: Zac is the type of person who is really good at hiding on how his mental health truly is. He's also the type of person who you instantly like or you hate his guts. He is a happy go lucky person and often has a joke to crack. Due to this people often think he doesn't understand the severity of situations. Zac usually does and tries to make others smile and laugh in times where it might not seem appropriate. It's merely his way of trying to keep the people around him looking on the brighter side of things. He also has a knack for listening to people's problems, because of this he has developed somewhat of a slight disorder. He's pretty open about it. He talks to himself to help him think things through. Whenever he's caught doing it, Zac merely slides it off with a joke.
Equipment: Zac is wearing a black t-shirt with a dark blue long sleeve shirt underneath, a pair of khaki colored cargo pants, his white socks, and his pair of steel toe boots a half a size to big. He does have a backpack, it's a hikers one, so it has several different clasps to prevent it from falling off. In the bag are a slew of protein bars, multi-vitamins, a couple bottles of water, and 4 pairs of socks. He has a Colt 1911 tucked into the small of his back and a crowbar somewhere on his person. It changes locations depending on the situation. In his pants is his wallet which contains a few bucks, his ID, some cards, house keys, and more importantly a book of matches. He also has a few packs of cigarettes tucked away in his pockets.
Outbreak: Zac was at work when he first got the call about his sister going into the coma. After a few days of similar cases being reported all over the world he resigned himself to the fact that his sister wasn't going to awaken or for anyone else for that matter. His employers shut down the mall after the fact that most of Zacs' fellow employees also fell into coma's.
During the final days of the coma period he often walked down from his place and strolled around the mall. He didn't steal anything, he was sure that life would return back to normal soon. Zac was in front of a sports store when he received a phone call. He couldn't handle the news, he dropped his phone and dropped to his knees. Tears were streaming down his face. He started cursing God and after a few minutes he picked himself up and wiped his tears away. He grabbed the nearest trash can and started looting his former place of employment. He would have roughly 20 minutes before others started showing up and started taking for themselves. He decided to head west, get away from the coast and the major cities.
"So two guys walk into a bar. The second guy turns to the first guy and goes, 'why didn't you warn me?"
_______________________________________________________Just the Truth______________________________________________________
Nickname: Zac
Age: 23
Gender: "I'm sure I'm a guy but, I do like watching chick flicks and I'm a sucker for a decent romance novel. So it could be debated."
Originally from: Connecticut
Former Occupation: "I was once part of the illustrious career of cleaning up after a whole bunch of stupid people," "You looked after the special needs?" "No, I was a janitor at a mall."
Physical Description: Zac stands roughly 5'11" and weighs 180 lbs. He doesn't really have much in the way of muscle mass or tone, but he isn't really lanky and gangly either. His black hair almost makes it to his dark blue eyes. He has a few scars on his body, most of them are burns on his fingers to prove that he was a smoker. He seems to have a constant smirk on his face. If you catch him while he thinks nobody is watching him, he might be muttering under his breath.
Personality: Zac is the type of person who is really good at hiding on how his mental health truly is. He's also the type of person who you instantly like or you hate his guts. He is a happy go lucky person and often has a joke to crack. Due to this people often think he doesn't understand the severity of situations. Zac usually does and tries to make others smile and laugh in times where it might not seem appropriate. It's merely his way of trying to keep the people around him looking on the brighter side of things. He also has a knack for listening to people's problems, because of this he has developed somewhat of a slight disorder. He's pretty open about it. He talks to himself to help him think things through. Whenever he's caught doing it, Zac merely slides it off with a joke.
Equipment: Zac is wearing a black t-shirt with a dark blue long sleeve shirt underneath, a pair of khaki colored cargo pants, his white socks, and his pair of steel toe boots a half a size to big. He does have a backpack, it's a hikers one, so it has several different clasps to prevent it from falling off. In the bag are a slew of protein bars, multi-vitamins, a couple bottles of water, and 4 pairs of socks. He has a Colt 1911 tucked into the small of his back and a crowbar somewhere on his person. It changes locations depending on the situation. In his pants is his wallet which contains a few bucks, his ID, some cards, house keys, and more importantly a book of matches. He also has a few packs of cigarettes tucked away in his pockets.
Outbreak: Zac was at work when he first got the call about his sister going into the coma. After a few days of similar cases being reported all over the world he resigned himself to the fact that his sister wasn't going to awaken or for anyone else for that matter. His employers shut down the mall after the fact that most of Zacs' fellow employees also fell into coma's.
During the final days of the coma period he often walked down from his place and strolled around the mall. He didn't steal anything, he was sure that life would return back to normal soon. Zac was in front of a sports store when he received a phone call. He couldn't handle the news, he dropped his phone and dropped to his knees. Tears were streaming down his face. He started cursing God and after a few minutes he picked himself up and wiped his tears away. He grabbed the nearest trash can and started looting his former place of employment. He would have roughly 20 minutes before others started showing up and started taking for themselves. He decided to head west, get away from the coast and the major cities.