Samuel laissa sortir un court sifflet de shrill alors qu'il aperçut la main en décomposition que Jackmier trouva. Cet homme a toujours eu un peu trop de plaisir dans ces situations mais Sam l'a jugé assez décent, il pourrait même dire qu'il l'aimait – mais Sam n'a jamais été un bon juge de caractère. Maintenant, quand les gens étaient un peu trop parfaits, c'est quand Samuel est devenu mal à l'aise.
Il a tourné son attention vers le chaos qui éclatait alors que tout le monde sortait de leurs véhicules. Georgia agissait dur comme toujours, Belle se branlait avec ce sens unique de l'humour d'elle, Striker semblait toujours prêt à jeter un coup de poing, Hunter essayait de garder tout sous contrôle. Le comportement de Belle s'inquiétait cependant de Sam alors qu'elle allait de plaisanter à pleurer en une minute. Il la regarda brièvement d'une manière inquiète. L'instabilité était une chose effrayante de nos jours – mais en même temps, qui pouvait prétendre qu'ils n'étaient pas instables de nos jours?
Lorsque le chasseur commença à faire son annonce, Samuel écouta silencieusement, essuyant la sueur qui s'accumulait sur son front. Par la suite, il s'est tourné lentement et s'est dirigé vers la semi, a hissé son cadre dans le véhicule et a saisi sa hache avec quelques sacs en plastique Walmart qui étaient couchés sur le côté du plancher du passager. Le plastique rouillé bruyamment tandis que les sacs étaient entassés ensemble et attachés autour de sa boucle de ceinture où une ceinture en cuir brun retenait le vieux jean fermier.
Quand il est arrivé au camion-citerne où Hunter attendait, il a demandé, "I.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i.i. De plus, l'ambulance est-elle une des causes perdues que nous sommes leavin, ou devrais-je essayer d'aider Jackmier à nettoyer cette arme?
Full Name (And nickname if applicable): Samuel Fox Taylor (often called Sam)
Gender: Male
Age: 61
Height: 5’11”
Appearance (May be picture or written description): Samuel supports a large stocky frame with broad shoulders and a thick neck. While old age may have weakened him, his occupation has kept him strong. Muscle tone is clearly visible mostly on his arms but somewhat on his back and shoulders. He sports the distinctive dark farmer’s tan on his arms, and sock area. Excessive exposure to the sun and old age have carved countless line onto his face and a small bout of skin cancer that is visible but benign on his left forearm. His facial hair is usually kept at just a bit more than stubble but after the outbreak, he's been worried about it less and it's gone a bit more wild. Lastly, his left eye squinches a bit more than his left eye and the vision in this eye is less keen but his other eye usually works well enough for the tasks at hand.
Former occupation: Farmer
Current Job(s): Driver and scavenger (he was a truck driver during some of his younger years)
Weapons of choice: He was very close to his shotgun but with ammo running low, he now prefers to use an old brown ax from the farm due to its balances swing, the distance it keeps the undead, and its low chance of breaking. He also appreciates the other functions the ax can perform. However, he is not keen on the way that once you commit to a swing there is no turning back as well as the effort required to remove the weapon from an undead’s body.
Gear of choice: He managed to grab a few air filtration masks that he use to use when he worked with pesticides as well as a handful of bandannas in case something happened to his mask. He also carries with his a medium sized brown ax. He also carries around a large flask of whiskey that he's been nursing since the outbreak.
Personal Items (if applicable): He carries with him a small packet of mixed seeds in case the world ever goes back to normal or if he ever stays in one place long enough to grow them.
Bio: Samuel Fox Taylor was born and raised in Kansas to a poor family that were able to farm a slight excess of what they needed themselves. As soon as he could get his driver's license, he applied to work for a trucking company to transport goods across the unites states. He wanted to see the world, to get away from the small town he grew up in. He spent 7 years with the same company until he met Annie at a diner in Texas. He fell in love, got married, quit his job, and used his savings to purchase a small plot of land to settle down on and to farm.
It seems nothing good can last and eventually Samuel began to spend more time at the bar, coming home late, and spent very little time with his wife who began to resent him. He constantly begged for him to show that he loved her -- or any emotion at all for that matter. One day, after working in the fields, he went to the bar and came back to find that Annie, and all her belongings were gone.
Since then, Sam spent more and more time at the bar and his addiction began to develop further. Eventually he lost the land he had purchased and became homeless. Shortly after this, the outbreak occurred. It was difficult to believe at first. Since he lived in such a small town, it took a long while for the infection to reach them. It wasn't until a large herd of undead came travelling toward the town that everyone began to take things seriously. He spend a while on the run and eventually ran into the convoy. He hesitated joining initially but eventually decided this could be his last chance to do good by other people.
Other: He gets a little grumpy when he hasn't had alcohol in a while (but he tries to hide his problem).