Name: Edwin Drake<br/><br/>Nickname: "Fast Eddie"<br/><br/>Appearance: (http://media.mmgcommunity.topscms.com/images/07/8c/8a95197d48a3a025f5a927bf50f0.jpeg) but with a touch of grey starting to show. Eddie is 30 but in great physical shape having never partaken of the vices he so often sells.<br/><br/>Home: Las Vegas, Nevada<br/><br/>Current base: St. Louis, MO<br/><br/>Years as a Tracker: officially 2, but hes been running small raids and escorts in for the better part of the last 10 years.<br/><br/>Skills: Quick draw shooter, gambler, smuggler, fast talker, truck driver, boat racer, and shrewd negotiator. Also not afraid to get his hands dirty to reach his goals, which include survival.<br/><br/>Preferred weapons: 2 matched stainless steel Smith and Wesson M945 Performance .45 Caliber Semi-automatic Pistols<br/><br/>Back-story: Eddie was a small time hood that grew into a big time drug dealer, gun-runner, pimp, and racketeer, on the Vegas Strip. He made all the right connections, got himself in with the mob bosses, opened up new avenues etc. He was just waiting for the big guys back east to notice, so he could move in on Miami. Then it'd be girls, clubs, yachts, the good life. His contacts told him it was coming, so he wasn't real surprised when he was given a ticket to visit the big boys in Chicago, one day, Course that also happened to be the day of the crash. He arrived at O'Hare International just as the whole world went to shit. Eddies luck had run out. Zombies started eating people and wouldn't you know it, the fat bastards that ran things, were the first to go. So now with no prospects and the world screaming for protection; Eddie did what he always did. Make deals, survive, and kill anyone that got in his way, Zombie or otherwise. Within a week he was supplying protection and supplies to survivors, When the Sentinial started showing up he supplied them too. Eventually some one offered him a job as a Tracker. He took it, figuring that a little extra training and a salary on top of his barter/trade/sell profit couldn't hurt. Now Eddie spends his time wandering the "badlands" searching for a safe, easily defensible supply route; that's not too much work to maintain. Once he finds that, he'll be back on top of the food chain and no more of this Zombie bullshit. Just him, the ocean, and a whole lot of girls.  l