Kin s'est assis contre le mur en état de choc. Il ne supportait pas de regarder les corps de ceux qu'il avait perdus. Il ne pouvait pas croire qu'ils étaient morts. Nathan, June, Turner, Mel, ils lui ont fait confiance de leur vie. Il devait les protéger. Il aurait dû les protéger! Il les protège! Alors pourquoi sont-ils morts?
La tête de Kin a coulé dans ses bras alors qu'il se fronçait dans une balle. Il ferma les yeux, les larmes silencieuses se brisant et éclaboussant sur son jean. Dans sa tête, un choeur murmurait encore et encore les mêmes mots comme une malédiction: "Tu les as échoués. Tu les as échoués. Toi. Échec. Eux."
Name: Kin
Real Name: Keith Wyatt
Age: 17

Appearance: Caucasian, 180cm, 80kg, toned body. Grey hairs coming out, looks 10 years older than he is. Has perpetual bags under his eyes.
He wears Kevlar under a heavy jacket, denim jeans and construction steel-toe boots
Faction: The Forgotten
Personality: Everybody knows Kin the guard. The one that that patrols the place far more than he needs to. The one that reflexively grips his weapon if he hears a gunshot in the distance. The one that looked down the length of a raider's gun barrel, pushed it to one side and dislocated the raider's shoulder as he pinned the poor bastard to the ground. Despite this, so long as you're on good terms with him, he is possibly one of the most dependable and protective people you'll meet. The Forgotten is his home, and he will fight to his last breath defending it and everyone in it. He's loosened up in the past years, but you'll still be hard-pressed to find him smiling, or even laughing at anything.
Equipment: Remington 870 Shotgun (max. 7 shells), Kevlar vest, binoculars, makeshift spear.
Skills: Shooting, endurance, strength.
Other: He is suspicious of anything that could possibly present a threat to his home, and is a little jumpy, as a result.