A 17 year old student, and while he may not be the best fighter, he certainly knows how to make a getaway.
Non-conformist to the extremes. Will do anything he can to avoid going along with the crowd. And considering what "the crowd" is right now, this isn't exactly a bad idea. Has a hidden berserk button, in which if anybody touches it off, all holy hell will break loose. If you accidentally trigger this, be prepared. Chivalrous to the extremes.
Clothing: A simple pair of light blue jeans, cut off knees for less restricted movement, not baggy, but not skinny-jeans. A plain, used to be white, undershirt. Now a bit more red-ish yellow than white. His shoes are a pair of Airwalk shoes built for grip and cushioning.
Equipment on hand: Small roll of duct tape he always keeps in his back pocket(about four feet of inch wide tape left), and a two foot long metal pipe he "liberated" from the building he was sleeping on.
Having never been a big fan of conformity, he grew up to hate the sidewalk. This eventually grew into a rather strong dislike for gravity itself, and he fought against it every possible chance he got. This of course developed from his interest in freerunning, itself developing from an obsession with finding a different, and often more effective, way of getting things done. He has gained a small group of friends at school, consisting of the social outcasts. He didn't do that on purpose of course, and could easily be one of the "popular kids" if he tried, he just never saw the point of it. He would rather be running. When he needs to relax, he heads for a secluded rooftop without street access, and just chills. He was doing this at the time the attacks hit, relaxing atop his suburban home, likely saving his life. He is now trying to find a way out of the city, which shouldn't be too hard with his skills, except that he insists on finding what survivors there may be, and taking them with him. And therein lies the problem.