Height: 4 ft. 11 in. (1 m 50)
Weight: 88 lbs. (40 kg)
Traits: Crafty, Talkative, Independent
Hobbies: Mechanics, Video Games, Food
Favorite Movie: Wreck-It Ralph
Favorite Band: Daft Punk
Favorite Food: Burger & Fries
Favorite Color: Red
Favorite Weapon: Anything he can tinker together
Favorite “King of Tokyo” Monster: Rob
Strengths: Observant, Adventurous
Will is only 13 years old, but he’s bright, lively, and resourceful. On the night of the outbreak, he woke to the smell of smoke and knew something was wrong. His parents were away for a couple of days, and it was his first time alone at home. And now this? Pretty awesome.
He crept up on the roof of his parents’ house with a can of jerky sticks. He stayed up there all night watching the city burn and people swarm the streets in a panic. He even saw a mob of zombies one block over. Whoa! This was just like that one comic book with the television series he wasn’t supposed to watch. Will had torrented the first two seasons. He was totally up for this.
When the sun finally rose, the neighborhood was deserted. It was probably safe to sneak down and try to score some grub. He carefully made his way into the kitchen, grabbed some snacks for breakfast, and emptied the pantry into his backpack. He would need more, but the grocery store was just down the street.
Fortunately, his parents were nowhere to be seen. Will figured they were fine as long as they were still out of town. In the meantime, he would need something to defend himself with. He cautiously headed to the gas station at the end of the block. He scavenged a few tools and a length of chain, and tinkered with them until he had a satisfactory makeshift weapon. Sort of like nunchucks—only cooler.
Finally, he turned toward the grocery store… Gone. He could see it from here. Blackened cinderblocks. Broken glass. The smell of burned meat. Only the husk of the building remained. How could this be? Why? Why, God? What terrible calamity had befallen man to cause such a loss?
Now Will needs a stockpile of food and a remote place to be safe. He’d better try to find his friends too. Maybe they’ll have something to eat.