Malachi

The world has delved in ruin, undead beings manifesting the Earth. These lifeless creatures are husks of the dead, corrupting living people with an infection, turning them into mindless monsters with only one intention - spread the disease. This infection passes from zombie to person by physical contact, the most common: biting. These agile and aggressive beasts are surprisingly quick, conservative to films, yet by the few alive dedicated to surviving, can be easily outrun. Their sensitive to the scent of blood, but without a distinct smell to follow, can loose interest in pursuing a human easily, if their well hidden. However, the small groups of humans that populated the Earth, got overwhelmed by the numbers of the undead that roamed. So six years into the conflict between man and monster, where little under a quarter of the human population remained, these groups scattering the planet were overpowered by the hordes, falling victim to the disease. Malachi is one of the few survivors who remain. At the mere age of sixteen, he has managed to live through stealth, wits, and quick speed. Though able to shoot somewhat decently with a pistol, his nerves usually get the better of him, not ever being taught how to fight. His natural skittish nature was unsuited for this world. However, a few months ago, you stumbled upon one another, and have been closely knit since.