Post by CharLee on May 19, 2013 18:46:35 GMT
"So, just who do you think you are? What's your name kid?"
"The family name is Winter. My mother and father named me Eric."
"That's as good a name as any. How old are you?
"I'm thirty-four."
"What would be your role in our... current society?
"I'd like to call myself a warrior."
"You're a weird looking man. You remind me a lot of Patrick Dempesy.
How would you describe yourself? You a rebel? Or maybe you're more about niceties?
"I'd like to call myself a nice guy. Of course, in this day and age, everyone has to be a little bit tougher. But, all in all, I'm a nice guy. I always try to give people the benefit of the doubt, even if I don't know them. And that has gotten me in trouble more than once. I love to laugh and smile. But, sometimes, it's hard with all this nonsense going on. I call upon my family and God to help me out in times like this. I love my wife. I love my daughter. And they what matters to me most. I would do anything to make sure they stayed alive."
"What kind of weapon do you like to use? That's important information."
"I fancy a bow and arrow normally. But when I need speed, I'll use a pistol or a shot gun for power."
"Are you with a clan, kid?"
"I really wish you'd stop calling me kid.... Yeah, I'm with the church group. I felt it was safest for my wife and kids."
"Now, I know it's not much relevance now-a-days, but I like to know a little about people before I cut 'em loose. Who did you lose in all this? And how did you get where you are today?"
"When this all started, my first thought was that it was a dream. A really bad dream. Just thinking about the people I lost makes my stomach sick. My brother, he was my best friend. He was the first one affected by all this in my family. He was an army officer. And he was trying to hold down the fort while my wife, daughter, and I got our stuff together to get out of town. We were right in the middle of a busy part of Memphis, Tennessee. It was almost impossible to get out. But I'll be damned if we did. My brother, Markus, saved us. A walker grabbed my daughter, almost tore into her shoulder... But Markus stuck his arm in the way and told her to run. We didn't look back.... Can I go now? This hurts."
