Jack a lâché, le manteau qui cache le regard douloureux dans ses yeux. "Approximativement 90. Je suis surtout les hordes majeures, j'apprends leur comportement." Ce qu'il n'incluait pas, c'était d'essayer d'agir comme un seul. Ce type était méfiant. Mais ce test était sa seule chance d'avoir un compagnon. "Et ne m'appelle pas gamin, ou je t'arrache la gorge et je l'utilise comme un nœud papillon." Il a demandé, un sourire froid sur son visage. Il reprit sa nature amicale. "La prochaine question s'il vous plaît." Il s'est emparé de son fusil, l'enfilant sur ses épaules. Il a aussi entendu les pas, mais il s'est retourné une seconde et a attrapé une femme marchant vers un tas de cerfs. Puis elle les a tués. "Déplacez-vous, oui?"
Name: Jack Oakson
Age: 16
Appearance:



Job: None, born after apocalypse began.
Bio: Jack was born into Hell. Or, that's what his mom called it. They were actually in Salisbury, Maryland. She was determined to keep him and his brother shut out from the plague, and to give them a proper education. And she right well did. Jack was taught how to do Calculus, infer the differences between each layer of Earth, and how most civilizations rose and fell. When his brother caught the virus, Jack's whole world was turned upside down. His mother acted like his brother was healthy, and pretty soon she had it. Determined to not catch the virus, he grabbed the rifle his father had from the military, a M4. He quickly killed his brother and mother. After what happened on that day, Jack was never the same. He quickly became a nomad, traveling wherever he needed to go.
Personality: Jack is slightly cold, often solving things by taking the most brutal and efficient approach if it means saving his friends and himself. Even though he cares for his friends dearly, he would never sacrifice himself for them, and openly admits to it.