Notes

I grew up very naturalistic. loving being a part of the outside world, away from the hustle of the city. My mother died when I was to young to remember so I became very close to My father. He taught me to hunt, to respect nature and to never waste anything. My father passed away in a car accident when I was 17. After that I promised never to get to close to anyone ever again, in turn I grew closer to the wilderness and only a few years later, I made a decently big name for myself. I became one of the top commercial hunters in the world. I am respectable, light on my feet, sharp witted and gentle but will not hesitate to defend myself when it's necessary. Within the first week of the outbreak, I killed my closest friend, who turned after being bitten and tried to attack me. The way I did it without hesitation shocked me. "This world was built for me" I whispered under my breath with a new found fear and acknowledgment of my astoundingly evil capabilities. I was frozen. In that moment I heard a yell and gunshots, that's when I snapped back into reality to discover I was surrounded by a hoard of zombies.