Name: Jack Cawdor
Date of Birth: May 10, 1982 (Age 30)
Weight: 165
Height:: Just over 6'
Personality: A bit of a loner, focused on surviving.

Brief History:
I was the average American before it happened. I went to work. I watched movies. I hunted on the weekends I could get away.... and I had a girlfriend whose hand I'd been working up the nerve to ask for in marriage. I hadn't followed the building crisis too closely until reports came of contaminated water that was turning people into crazed killers. Then it was impossible to ignore.

It was sweeping across the country fast, and tension was high. I'd seen riots break out at super markets over bottled water and food. The media tried to keep the public calm, but with how fast it was spreading no one was buying it. We'd tried calling friends that lived in the danger area's, but their phones weren't working. Order was falling apart, and Lisa and I were spooked.

My uncle had a hunting cabin up in the Tionesta mountains in Pennsylvania a few hours away and I knew he had it stocked with some non-perishables. We had the car packed with all of the food and drinks from both of our apartments and were on our way out of the city when it finally hit. We were close... so close to being out, but it had gotten ahead of us.

Traffic stopped. People were running past the cars screaming. I grabbed the Sig Sauer P226 I'd picked up when home invasions had hit the news in the area and hopped out of the car. Lisa stepped out of the other side and... and that was the last time I saw her alive. Four of the bastards grabbed her and she went down with a terrified look in her eyes. By the time I got across the hood of the car it was over. I emptied the full clip into the creatures, but only three of them stayed down. I was in too much shock to register that the remaining man was still moving with four gaping holes in its chest. I bashed his head in with the butt of the gun... then knelt heaving and bloody over Lisa as people rushed past.

I don't remember much of leaving the city or fighting my way for weeks to my uncle's cabin, but it was lonely and deserted when I got there. Over months I pulled myself together. Supplies dwindled, I raided other deserted cabins, the local convenience store... then it came time to make a decision. I could either head for the coast or north for canada and hope that the... I guess they really are zombies, wouldn't like sub zero temperatures any more than I do. The coast seemed the best of both worlds. It was the most likely place to find some sort of civilization in all of this mess, and winter there wouldn't be that much better than Canada this far North. So I packed everything I could carry and headed off, trying to keep clear of the main roads and towns as much as possible except when I needed supplies.

Weapons:

Sig Sauer P226 - An ugly hand gun that fires 9mm rounds with 15 per mag. I bought it because it weighs almost a full two pounds fully loaded and the weight felt right. It's done well for me.



S.P.A.S. 12 Semi-Automatic Shotgun - This bastard is heavy when its slung over your shoulder across a few states. I found it in one of the other cabins near my uncle's. It took me a while to figure out what the deal with it was. It's tricky to load, but once you get the ammo in you can pretty much just pull the trigger until all eight rounds are out. I'm not really sure why they included the pump action, but when I need to scare off a scavenger on the road it sounds mean. The owner must've either been terrified of grizzlies or a real nutter, because I've never had to use more than one shot (okay, one shot that hit) to drop anything I hunted.


Ka-Bar - This was my Uncle's when he was in the marines. It's a foot long knife that's sharp on one and a half sides and serated near the hilt with a black anti-reflectant teflon coating on the blade.

Gear:
A back pack filled with a handful of water purification tablets, eleven energy bars, a box and a half of 9mm ammo, 17 shotgun shells, a half full bottle of vitamins stuffed with cotton balls so they don't rattle, a battered book detailing the uses and edibility of different plants across the country, a neatly folded road map, twenty feet of thin nylon rope, three plastic lighters, a compass, and the engagement ring I never got the chance to give to Lisa.

Skills:
Something of an outdoorsman and hunter. Not quite as comfortable in the woods as in a bed, but more than passable in a forest.

Celebrity:
Josh Holloway