{NOTE: To be more realistic, I based this character off of myself and my current possessions. I changed my last name and age for obvious reasons}

Name: Alexander Greenhom (Gree-holm)
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Occupation: None

History: Growing up in the small town of China Grove (North Carolina, not Texas), Alex lived a peaceful life. His family was standard, both parents and a younger brother. When he was a kid, Alex took up the guitar. Now, he writes and plays music for some side cash. Traveling often, Alex happened to be in a little town called River's Glen when the townspeople started acting crazy.
Personality: Born in the year of the dog, there is no better description for Alex than the description for that Zodiac. (Even though he doesn't believe in it)

"Dog individuals are the most humanitarian and the least materialistic. These are the givers in life, prepared to sacrifice their own dreams, ambitions and desires for the sake of others. Dogs strongly denounce injustice and wrongdoing, generously giving useful and effective advice to those around them. They accomplish goals quickly, their successes the result of hard work and intelligence. The Dog never really relaxes - his heart and mind are always jumping. He is an introvert who rarely shows his feelings, stubborn in the extreme and knows what he wants. Frequently cynical, he is feared for his acid remarks. He gives the impression of looking systematically for faults in everything he touches. This is because he is the world's biggest pessimist and expects nothing out of life. They are respected for their views and trusted by all who come to know them. Dogs find it difficult to adapt to change. They have a tendency to become wistful and nostalgic about the past."

Weapon: Knowledge. Alex has read Two zombie survival guides and "World War Z". He is a bit of a nerd/dork when it comes to zombies. He has a small pocketknife, but that's it.

The Last Six Days:

Day one: Alex noticed that some people were acting odd, but it didn't bother him much. He didn't really care.

Day two: The gears were clicking in his head.....he witnessed a man being eaten alive by a small child. Zombies? Alex thought so.

Day three: Alex managed to secure enough food to last him a while. He holed up in his hotel room, using headphones and music to drown out the moans.

Day Four/five: Eating and waiting. Nothing big.

Day six: Same as four and five, but peculiar odor had filled the air. It was strange. And putrid. Alex instantly hated it.