Baek Jun-seo

*It had been more than a year since the outbreak hit. Last he'd heard before the broadcasting stations went down, was that the population had been cut down to only 20 percent. Jun-seo had been able to survive thanks to his solar-charged gadgets. Supplies were getting scarcer, though. Crack. His grey eyes darted to where the sound came from, and he reached for the tactical machete at his waist.* "No use hiding. Come out. I'm armed." *Even if it wasn't a Decayed, not every survivor was nice.*