<div class="floatright">(http://i42.tinypic.com/vybjg8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Michael "Mike" Sullivan<br/><strong>Age:</strong>Thirty five years old<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Basic automotive mechanics<br/><strong>Inventory:</strong>Baseball bat with modified end (nails through the end), hammer, a while, old Honda Civic with basic materials inside (spare tire, tire jack, blanket, road flares, tire iron, jumper cables, spare gas can, etc), car CD player along with a small CD collection.<br/><strong>Personality/Biography:</strong>Very blunt personality.  Known for speaking his mind and not sugar coating things.  Can be somewhat abrasive with a hint of paranoia.  For the most part, he had lived a normal life.  His mother left he and his father when he was younger.  For the most part, he did alright growing up.  Got decent grades, and pushed himself.  Learned how to work on cars and motors from his father while working at his father's auto shop.  When his father died of a heart attack, he sort of lost it.  He started drinking, going with the wrong people, doing the wrong things until finally getting involved with criminals and gangs.  It was the comradery he wanted, the sense of belonging with the death of his father and only family he had.  After getting arrested for a gang murder, he was sent to prison for the rest of his life, given a life sentence for the crime he committed.  Inside, he was his own man.  He seamlessly assimilated himself into the prison society and groups, establishing himself among the inmates.  Prison life was easy for him:  simple, structured.  But one day changed everything for him, in the form of a sister he didn't even knew existed until the letter from her arrived.  The fact he had family still out there shook him to his core, no longer feeling so alone in the world.  Together they reached out to each other through letters, phone calls, and the occasional visit through the glass partition.  They had begun to get to know each other when, ten years into his sentence, the outbreak finally began.  Everything was shut down, prisoners kept locked in their cells like rats in cages.  It was only a matter of time before prisoners were moved, the most dangerous, including Michael, moved to more secure facilities. Only, the guards driving the bus didn't count on being ambushed and swarmed by a group of bandits as a part of a breakout plan by one of the prisoners on board.  The bus was pushed off the road, the poorly equipped guards easily overtaken by the hired men.  It was then that Michael was free, wearing clothes he found from an abandoned house, as he set of on his journey through the world of the infected around him.  His first stop was his sister's place, taking her along with him in the hopes of finding salvation.