Name: Jack<br/>Age: 21<br/>Sex: Male<br/>Species: Human<br/>Description: Jack has shoulder-length hair, and it is as black as the night sky. He is in fairly good shape having traveled so much and encountering many good and bad creatures. He wears a black sleeveless shirt and cargo pants. He wears black steel-toed boots, because you never know when you might need to deliver a good kick to the crotch. He has a scar under his right eye, which he refuses to talk about whenever somebody asks. He carries around his trusty AK47 that he found and repaired along his journey, though he has limited ammo for said gun. He carries a pack of supplies on his back, it countains med kits, food, water, a tent, medicine, and just a little bit of weed, for those special times.<br/>Bio: Jack has almost always travelled the rugged, decaying ruins by himself. He helps out the occasional traveler, but that is about the only human interaction he's had, so needless to say his social skills are a little... rusty. His family died in the war, but instead of going to war with them he left his home and wandered by himself, haunted by the shame of knowing he might have been able to save them had he been there.<br/><br/>Jack was walking the wastes, holding his AK47 in firing position. You never know when something might come out, and he wasn't about to be taken off guard. He looked up and realized it was starting to get dark, so he would need to find somewhere to stay the night. He looked around and finally saw a small restaurant. He decided it was as good a place as any to spend the night, so he began walking towards it. He got to the door when he heard something. It sounded like two people... having sex. He gently opened the door and peered inside the restaurant. He saw Kathy and Rose fingering each other while Kathy sucked Rose's tit.<br/>"Uh... hi?" He said in his deep voice.