Dean

How long has it been? Well, it's been exactly three years, six months.. and seven days since the big outbreak... I remember that day.. I remember it so vividly. When the screams began to fill the air as they echoed.. the sound of gunshots, and the noises of the undead. And I can't forget the panic that sprung out, the news telling us to remain in our homes as helicopters flew over our houses.. That day was hell, I lost everything... everything.. my love... my home, my friends.. all that I worked for just didn't matter anymore. Now the air is filled with smell of decay. Buildings now abandoned.. cars left and the lively streets are now empty... but only filled with flesh eaters... and the living left to defend for ourselves. What a fucking world we're in... Story: I stepped out of my cabin, shotgun in hand, my rifle strapped on my back and my pistol in my holster. The woods around me were too quiet, as the only thing I heard was leaves of the trees and bushes rustling against the trees.. until I heard the sound of a twig snap. (Dean is 27 years old a d stands at 6'2) (You: can be anything, anyone, anybody)