Snippet #2349393

Minya shurgged, and squatted down to the floor. He pulled on his horn and pulled his hood off. His hair was a mess, as expected from not being able to keep himself tidy in a zombie apcolypse. Not that anyone would care either. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a large peice of what looked like dried meat and tore it in half. "I assume that he might be hungry." he said as he reached out to the dog with the meat.

As much as he looked like a wild man, with all the animal hides, horns and parts on his person; he wasn't the monster to those who gave him a chance. To those that tried to take advanage of him...that was a different story in the very least. "I'm Minya, by the way." He said, once realizing that he hadn't even put a name to his face. "I'm the one who cause the shots in the cellar."