Name: Josh

Age: 17
Height: 5 ft. 9 in. (1 m 76)
Weight: 154 lbs. (70 kg)
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Traits: Loyal, Reserved, Brave
Hobbies: Surfing, Basketball, TV shows

Favorite Movie: Point Break
Favorite Band: Massive Attack
Favorite Food: Loco Moco
Favorite Color: Orange
Favorite Weapon: The bow his father gave him
Favorite “King of Tokyo” Monster: Captain Fish

Strength: Natural healer
Weakness: Zombiphobia

The night of the outbreak, Josh woke up to the sound of his father trying to get into his room. Why was his dad fumbling around with the door? Was he drunk? Did he need help?

By the time he opened the door, still half-asleep, Josh’s dad was on him. Clawing, scratching, growling… the noise and stench were horrible. And the teeth! Through dumb luck Josh managed to break his zombie father’s neck with his bare hands.

That experience shook him to the bone. He sat in the hallway, crying and puking for… who knows how long.

When he heard something set off his dad’s car alarm in the driveway, he went back to his room for his archery set and left the house. Josh promised himself to never get close enough to touch one of these dead things, ever again. Now he has his bow. Josh always felt safe holding his bow. Maybe a little less safe since he ran out of arrows shooting at zombies roaming too close to his home on the bay. He’s improvised a few arrows with some junk he found, but he’ll have to find another weapon sometime soon. Real soon.

Now he’s worried about his friend, Hazel. Where is she? Is she safe?