User blog comment:Biel1458/Survival Instict - A History of Slaughter and Sacrifice/@comment-25123572-20141023141549

Name: Edward Willows

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance: >>>>

Job: Student

Previous life: 

Edward was always a shyer, quieter type, and this was one of the many reasons his schol life was hell. He wanted an education, sure, but he didn't want to be bullied and battered because he wasn't 'popular', like he really wasn't popular, at all. He didn't have any friends really so he spent a lot of his time in his room listening to music and drawing (which he's very good at), coexsisting in the house with his mother and older sister.

Life during the outbreak: Edward was kinda late to the party on the whole 'Zombie Apocolypse' thing, and he only started to notice something was wrong when he could hear screaming and crashing over the music he was listening to. It sounded like it was coming from all around, outside in the street, his neighbors houses, but most prominently from downstairs. He ran down the stairs two at a time to try and see what the commotion was, and what he saw there would forever imprint itself in his mind. His mother was lying on the floor, definately deceased, while his sister was waving a knife frantically in the zombies direction, blood dripping down her arm from a bite wound. She screamed at him to run, to leave before she became one of them. Sprinting out of the house he legged it down the street, desparately looking for some mode of transport. He eventually found one in the form of an abandoned bus, it's passengers long since dead or zombified. He'd never driven in his life, but regardless of this he plowed onwards, recklessly driving to god knows where, anywhere that wasn't his town really. Unfortunately the bus ran out of fuel soon after he left the town, so he's been going round on foot ever since, getting supplies when he can.

Weapon:  A bunch of knives he'd collected from various places, which were especially good for throwing.