I was a marksman in the British Armed Forces, I became one of the best. I have a wife Zoe and kid named Jake, both I lost due to this deadly disease. I live with regret because it was my idea to go on holiday to this shit hole of a place. I find it difficult to open up and trust others, I normally travel around by myself and my dark thoughts. However, if I meet anyone I will come across friendly. But do NOT underestimate me. I have a mission to find a cure and save my family who I believe could still be alive, anyone who challenges me or get's in my way will regret their decision on doing so.
I live up way north in a small house I found abandoned. Here I will eat and try to sleep, I actively seek weaponry to keep the dead away from me. I am also trying to find my fellow friends Lewis Bax and George Waite, both who were here when shit hit the fan. I haven't managed to get in contact with them yet, I believe I will find them soon though and maybe we can all work together on finding a cure.