Grew up outside of Toronto near Nottawasaga Bay. Lived most of his life as a lumberjack being employed under his father since a young age, learning the way of swinging an axe. When his father died the business went under and his mother became sick from the cold winter, but couldn’t save her. Being an orphan, Alfie taught himself new ways to survive, how to cook for himself, and how to hunt. A few years went by and sickness started spreading throughout his town so he decided to move north, and did what ever he needed to survive. When the sickness started spreading he joined a small group that took care of him, while he also supplied them his talents. They became a close bunch. One day, while at their camp a group came up on them and took them hostage, stripped them of their tents, food, weapons and earnings. One night, their cell guard got piss drunk and passed out. Alfie took this opportunity to help him and his group escape. He reached for the guards keys and got them out of the cell, but before they could exit the facility, Alfie got separated from his friends after he fell through a soft part of the floor, cutting the side of his face. Alfie got up and continued to find a way out, but there was no sign of his friends. He made it to the far fence across the field, where his friends were supposed to meet him, but they weren’t there. So he went back inside the facility and heard a large commotion coming from the center area. He sneaked over and looked what was going on from the top of a building. His friends were caught, and were thrown into a cage resembling a gladiator arena, but there were more bodies in there than how many were in his group. The captors threw them into a cage with a group of zombies to show the other hostages what happens if you try to escape. Not being able to do anything to save them, Alfie runs to the nearest exit, and mourns the friends he lost. Ever since, Alfie has been searching for ways to avenge his friends, and continues to survive to keep their memory alive. He set up a camp on his own, and made a memorial regarding them. Alfie stays pretty quiet, but always leans out to help people when they need it, but never stays with them, or calls them friends. He’ll do what ever he will need for survival and stays weary of suspicious strangers. He likes to continue to do what he did when he was younger to stay happy. He stays relatively distant from people if he is in a group helping them, and always performs his duty to them like he would his friends. He refers to himself as alf when talking to strangers, explains to them his friends story, so their memory doesn’t die when he himself dies.