<b>Name</b>: Edwin Adonye<br/><b>Nickname/s</b>: Eddie<br/><b>Age</b>: 27<br/><b>Appearance</b>:<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.com%2Furl%3Fsa%3Di%26url%3Dhttps%253A%252F%252Fabc.com%252Fshows%252Fstumptown%252Fcast%252Fmichael-ealy%26psig%3DAOvVaw2XvzD9JG8TcjUZcYp54SZR%26ust%3D1589473605562000%26source%3Dimages%26cd%3Dvfe%26ved%3D0CAIQjRxqFwoTCODL-t6gsekCFQAAAAAdAAAAABAO&amp;hash=8bb867ada7a2dab3c0b2d26585a0a5b6" href="https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&amp;url=https%3A%2F%2Fabc.com%2Fshows%2Fstumptown%2Fcast%2Fmichael-ealy&amp;psig=AOvVaw2XvzD9JG8TcjUZcYp54SZR&amp;ust=1589473605562000&amp;source=images&amp;cd=vfe&amp;ved=0CAIQjRxqFwoTCODL-t6gsekCFQAAAAAdAAAAABAO" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Michael Ealy</a><br/><b>Nationality</b>: African American<br/><br/>Edwin moved slowly through down the block, careful to only move when needed. He'd been hunting the deer for hours, but finally he was in striking distance. Meals were difficult to come by on a normal basis, but he was thankful that his survival training with the Rangers had prepared him for just such a circumstance. He never expected to be doing so with a complex bow in a city becoming overgrown with shrubs and burnt out cars, but here he was. Having emerged from his shift in the secret missile base those years ago, He had wondered at once just how many people remained in the world... a million? Less? How many others were immune to what had killed... no that wasn't the word... 'transformed' everyone? The horror of finding that what survived was far worse then simple death. The shambling, unyielding hordes that stalked the country side, made life...difficult. Worse still, ammunition was beyond scarce. All the ammo stores and depots he found were looted, or there contents long since rendered inoperable. He notched an arrow carefully, steadied his aim, and finally let an arrow fly towards it's target, hoping that this time he didn't miss.