<strong>Character Name</strong>: Mathew<br/><strong>Age</strong>: 21<br/><strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br/><strong>Genders of Interest</strong>: Female<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong><br/>Very muscular, 6'2" tall, brown eyes, unkempt short black hair, untrimmed short facial hair. He wears padded dirt-biker's pants, a white T-shirt, a black trench coat, steel toe'd work boots, a rough leather belt. During the day he wears sunglasses. He also has a utility backpack.<br/><strong>Equipment:</strong>A fixed blade hunting knife with brass knuckle handle carried on his belt, a pocket-knife, several lighters, some note paper and several pens, hand sanitizer, a 1 liter canister for water carried in his pack. A shotgun, always loaded, he keeps strapped across his back. A Pistol, also always loaded, kept on his belt. Some extra ammo in his pack. Tries to keep fairly amounts of high calorie snacks on him. Kept in his pack is a loaded AK47 and some extra ammo wherever he can find any. Lots of papers in which he's scribbled directions on.<br/><strong>Personality:</strong><br/>Mathew rarely smiles. He is a rather serious person who doesn't like to let his emotions get in the way, even before the zombie outbreak. He was never too trusting of people, and always held very poor faith in humanity. He was a loner, and his few real friends all died in the outbreak. Now with the zombie plague, just as he was already doing before, he wasn't a part of the world; as far as he was concerned, he just had to live there. He isn't so much locked on survival, but he can give the impression of such. He never thought himself to have a purpose, he just lived.<br/><strong>History:</strong><br/>Before the outbreak, he was a criminal; a car thief. He worked at a gas station convenience store 5 days a week, and came face to face with a cold blooded killer once, who robbed him at gunpoint.<br/>When he first realized there was an outbreak of zombies, his initial impulse was to run. He stopped, and thought for a few moments, and came up with a plan first. He watched from his window, looking outside and waiting for what he thought was the opportune moment, and then made his move. Once the activity on the streets had calmed down, he made his way to the apartment lobby, where he acquired his first weapon; a security guard dead on the floor with a loaded pistol in hand. He took it, quickly and immediately aimed at the corpse in case the officer had become one of them. He hadn't, and so Mathew quickly moved to the streets and jacked an abandoned pick-up truck, which he drove quickly towards the convenience store where he worked. He filled the truck up with gas, and stocked up on food and water before quickly taking off again.<br/>His next destination was a local weapons dealer, where he acquired his other weapons. The rest of his equipment was collected from his travels, and the truck eventually broke down on the interstate, and he's been walking ever since, headed for New York after reading a few graffiti rumors about other survivors headed that way.