Age:19
Gender:Male
Occupation: Part time Auto shop Mechanic
History:
David was just an honest guy working as a mechanic while attending college. He kept himself entertained and in shape while on the school football team as first string Fullback. He lived a fairly comfortable life, school, friends, video games, had his own motorcycle, maybe a girl friend or two, nothing serious. He lived alone in a small apartment, his only family being his father, a sergeant first class in the Army. Growing up Army was an enjoyable experince for him, even though sometimes he'd be branded as kind of weird for knowing certain things, like how to make hommade smoke grenades or the exact model of the gun used in the movie they were currently watching. But he still managed to have a mostly happy life.
That was, of course, until they came. When the infection occured David's life was destroyed instantly and he now had to focus on survival alone. The only thought that spared him any kind of solace was that his dad was on tour during the infestation, and possibly still alive somewhere.
Personality:
David has been driven to steel his emotions and adapt a cold exterior in order to survive. However, although the good guy he was has been buried deep under that cold exhaustion, he maintains a strong sense of right and wrong. He doesnt want to cause harm or hardship to other survivors he runs across, he might just offer to help as well, but the moment they try and screw with him, he won't hesistate to beat their face into the ground.
Weapon:
-Crowbar
Equipment:
-An armored Motorcycle Jacket, made of simple hardened leather. It may not quite be a bullet proof vest, but it's saved his ass on more then one occassion.
-His Motorcycle helmet Got to protect your head you know?
-A large backpack, contains what's left of his MREs and a few bottles of water, A bit of rope, and six of his hommade smoke grenades.
(How he makes em:)
Step 1-The mix
Step 2-The pull ring
-and last but certainly not least: Survival Knife
The Last Six Days: It's pretty much a blur for the most part, frantic running, hiding, and looting. I've only had to kill three so far, but so many have died, christ, the screams, they never stop. If this weren't hell enough, seems like God decided to maintain a sense of humor throughout all this. I stumbled upon Brit when I passed by her place. She was huddled in a corner checking her smart phone for something, mumbling how this wasn't real. I swear I catch her updating her facebook sometimes. She's still an airhead, jeez I can't believe I used to date her...I mean she still carries around those blasted pom poms. The only thing she's good for is driving me insane....but ironically enough, she's the one keeping me sane.