A Caucasian male in his early 30s, he is very swarthy, with black hair and remarkably thick eyebrows. His voice is best described as gravelly. He wears glasses, and a Hawaiian print shirt over faded black jeans and safety boots. Over that, he wears a flak vest and a belt festooned with pouches, most of which hold various items of electronic equipment. Also on his belt is a holster containing what looks like a Ruger GP100 revolver (and with which he is starting to get good). Over that, he wears a jacket embroidered with the NecroTech logo, and a baseball cap and grimy lab coat top off the ensemble. He carries a rucksack with a Mossberg 500 Persuader shotgun strapped to one side, and a fireman's axe strapped to the other. For some strange reason, you can't shake the feeling that he might just be an actor playing a lab assistant.
We're headed for the north side, which means we'll have to pick our way between the notoriously zombie-infested downtown and the whirlwind of carnage around Caiger Mall. It's a real "Scylla and Charybdis"-type thing [...]
The onset of rigor mortis occurs three to fours after clinical death under normal conditions, but at lower temperatures, it can take way longer. Looks like NecroTech wasn't done debugging this thing yet before the Outbreak hit.
Call me a sap, call me an incurable romantic, but I think there's too little love in the world as it is. In a place like Malton, [...] any love at all is a spark of hope, a reminder that life is still worth living.