Name: Trevor

Age: 15
Height: 5 ft. 4 in. (1 m 62)
Weight: 130 lbs. (59 kg)
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Traits: Proud, Playful, Fretful
Hobbies: Hunting, Poker, Action movies

Favorite Movie: The Expendables 2
Favorite Band: Jerrod Niemann
Favorite Food: BBQ
Favorite Color: Brown
Favorite Weapon: Anything that fires lead
Favorite “King of Tokyo” Monster: The King

Strength: Buff
Weakness: Gun-nut

At first, Trevor thought this dead stuff epidemic was really good fun. His father always told him that after 2 clear warnings, Trevor had the right to shoot anything that was trespassing on their property at the edge of the city. Trevor had almost been wishing it would happen someday. Shooting old cans and empty bottles wasn’t a challenge anymore.

So when five growling, weirdly stumbling people tore down the fence around their garden, he didn’t have to think twice before he grabbed his favorite rifle and started shooting. The problem was, the more he shot, the more trespassers seemed to be drawn by the noise his guns made.

He knew he had to move to safer ground, but where? Then he remembered this kid at school, reading a comic about walking corpses. Damn he hated that geek. But that guy sure was clever. If anybody knew what was going on, it would be that nerd for sure! And he’d be easy to find, too: tonight was the Astronomy Club weekly meetings at the Observatory!

Trevor grabbed a box of shells and headed out to get some information—and some target practice along the way.