Name: Todd Clayborn<br/><br/>Nickname: Toad (Given by his brother and cousins for the way he swims and the way it sounds like Todd)<br/><br/>Home: Omaha, NE<br/><br/>Current base: St. Louis, MO<br/><br/>Years as a Tracker: 2<br/><br/>Skills: Swimming, Hunting, Carousing, guitar and Auto body (specifically motorcycles.)<br/><br/>Perfered weapons: Shot gun, bolt action rifle or a half empty bottle of Jack D's. (though he usually prefers it to be empty.)<br/><br/>Backstory: Todd grew up on his father's land near Omaha, which was the nearest city in Nebraska to his father's land where he could claim to be from. His father and brother often took him hunting where he learned how to shoot and be survive.  When he was 19 he moved to Kearney Nebraska to attend the University of Nebraska at KEarney (and you can't spell drunk with out UNK). During his time there he met Sara Yales. Together they Custom built two beautiful choppers that they planned to go cross country with after graduation.<br/><br/>It was on their way through Kentucky that it Louisiana when it happened. They stopped at a biker bar to take a break. Approaching the door they heard the commotion. Thinking it was just a bar brawl they turned away and headed back to their bikes. The establishment's door burst open! A hideously mutilated person with a broken pool stick stuck through it's chest came hurtiling out, falling on Sara. The thing grappled with Sara taking large bites out of her hand and wrist.<br/><br/>She managed to shake it off but her hand was useless. Todd grabbed a shotgun that he kept with his bike and loaded a shell quickly. He tried to get the attacker to back off, but it lunged for Sara again. Before he could realize it he squeezed the trigger and blew the thing away.<br/><br/>Unable to work her throttle, Sara rode behind Todd as he tried to rush her to a hospital. Sadly, she would never make it. Todd managed to save the bike after sliding to a stop. He wasn't able to save his girlfriend. He grimly ejected the second shell he fired that night and rode off threw the infested city towards the east coast.<br/><br/>He joined a survivor colony as a tracker for 2 years near Boston. He found he couldn't sit still after the loss of Sara. So he loaded up on ammo and Jack and headed out to Saint Louie, where he'd heard there was still work to be done, zombies to kill and something to distract his mind.