Age: 41
Gender: Male
Zombies Killed: Hundreds maybe? Keeping track hasn't ever been high on his to-do list, but it does seem like he finds more just about every five minutes.
Family Killed: None, though he did have to put down a friend after watching him get bitten.
Hobbies: Mechanic work and vehicular repair, cooking, hunting, looting, and collecting glasses.
Likes: Knives, cars, scavenging supplies, sunglasses.
Dislikes: Firearms [way too noisy] waiting, conflict, letting emotions get in the way of logic.
Family: None he's seen or spoken to in years, though he has a strong feeling his Ex-Wife is still alive somewhere and kickin' ass.
Weapons:
An industrial sized chain
Machete
A few knives
Compound Bow
Other: Sam's most prized possession is a black, chromed out Harley Davidson Fatboy he "Acquired" while in Tennessee. He refuses to use any weapon that makes excess noise unless it's a dire emergency. He owned a garage in North Carolina before the world came to an end.