Post by Thane Graves on May 28, 2013 23:34:15 GMT
"So, just who do you think you are? What's your name kid?"
"Thane Graves. Just don't call me Graveyard, or you'll be in one."
"That's as good a name as any. How old are you?
"Nineteen."
"What would be your role in our... current society?
"I don't need to work with any group of people to survive. Some call me a loner, but I prefer to survive on my own terms. But I'd like to say that I'd be a warrior or scavenger."
"You're a weird looking man. You remind me a lot of Toby Hemingway.
How would you describe yourself? You a rebel? Or maybe you're more about niceties?
"Some people like to say that I'm a rebel, I just really do what I want. I'm annoyed easily because well...people piss me off. I suck at human interaction most of the time, because I can't help but be rude. I like doing things on my own. It's been just me most of my life anyway."
"What kind of weapon do you like to use? That's important information."
"I usually use my hockey stick to bash zombies in the head and I always go mobile on my skateboard. When I find a gun, I won't turn that down though."
"Are you with a clan, kid?"
"Ha, yeah right. The clans are ridiculous in my opinion, forming their groups thinking that will help them survive."
"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?"
"Well, I grew up in Brooklyn, New York with my dad, Dick. He's a dick, but really that's his name. Short for Richard. Anyway, he was a drunk and beat on me. He's in jail now, after drinking and driving. He killed two people and after that, I moved with my mom in this fucking small town. I have no idea if my dad's still alive, but part of me wants to shoot the bullet through his undead head myself, if that's what he's turned into anyway. My mother was attacked and from there I set out on my own, skateboard and hockey stick in hand."
