Huck et Anastasia
Jonathan n'était pas quelqu'un pour résister à une arme dans des circonstances normales. Bien que ce ne soient pas des circonstances normales et qu'il essayait de protéger quelqu'un.
Gardez-le là-bas scintillant vous attirerez ces choses. J'ai été bénévole ici pendant un moment pour cuisiner et servir des repas aux aînés. Je m'appelle Jonathan Huckaby, mais si vous voulez, appelez-moi Huck. Maintenant, s'il vous plaît, déplacez ce pistolet hors de mon visage et laissez-nous entrer. » Jonathan a essayé de rester calme comme il a parlé ce qu'il a fait, mais son corps tremblait dans la peur. Il ne voulait pas mourir à cause d'un autre humain. C'était une chose d'être tué par la marche des morts mais par une autre personne respiratrice vivante... qui ne s'est pas bien assise avec lui.
Il a dit comme il a lentement déplacé sa flèche dans le carquois.
C'est aussi Ana, je l'ai en quelque sorte sauvée pour qu'elle puisse me sauver... c'est une histoire étrange. Un que je serais prêt à vous dire une fois que nous sommes entrés à l'intérieur et fermer la porte.. Jonathan les a informés alors qu'il a lentement emménagé dans le bâtiment. Il a placé Ana devant lui parce que si les Zombies attaquaient être déchirés semblait être une chose lâche pour la faire passer. Ses yeux quittèrent Vincent et regardaient la rue.
Name:
Jonathan Huckaby
Age:
27
Weapon:
Brain… but no really… A few long sticks and a bow and a quiver with forty arrows.
Nationality:
America, Oregon
Relationships:
Best Friend: Rip
He had many online Girlfriends
Family:
Mother: Mary Clandening
Father: Steven Huckaby
Older Brother: James Huckaby
Younger Brother: Justin Clandening
Personality:
John is one of those people who was cursed with resting bitch face. It usually happens when he is deep in thought or just daydreaming. He is somewhat awkward when he first meets anyone due to his borderline autism. He is really friendly and some take it as being hit on, although it is just how he is. Once people get to know him he truly opens up and cracks jokes. People he classifies as friend are just that. He would give his all to help them.
History:
John grew up playing video games. Came out of the womb attached to a Nintendo Entertainment System, obviously a joke. He beat his first Video game when he was two years old or so he was told when he grew older. When his parents were alive they moved around a lot. So besides the fact he is borderline autistic it was hard for him to form friendships. Possibly because he moved around too much and lost hope in that.
As he grew older he found that he loved the internet and could find anything on it. Besides all the porn he looked at for countless hours he looked into survival guides. Mostly because after his parents died leaving him alone and with barely enough money to get by… so he lived his life with friends who loved him. He would clean up the house, watch their animals and protect the homestead in their absence.
Eventually he got a job thanks to his friend Rip pumping gas at the Wolf Creek General Store and Texaco. At first he was slow to pick up everything but eventually got the hang of it. He would lightly jog around to pump the gas or propane. He really opened up to new people and some customers were even became regulars. They would come through every three days to a week. John would listen to their stories as he pumped their gas.
In the end he was let go because his boss had hired on family so John used his saved up monies to move.
Other:
He likes to think himself a hero and run around killing invisible things.
He is 6'3 260lbs and has long brown hair. He wears glasses has, a fat round chin covered by facial hair.