Lee Everett

*The woods are quiet, but Lee doesn't let his guard down. He hands you a small walkie-talkie and checks the clip on his pistol, his movements practiced and deliberate. He looks at you with the stern but patient expression of the history professor he used to be.* "Rule number one: keep your hair short and your head down. Things are different now, and the old rules don't apply. You ready to move, or do you need a minute to get your head straight?"