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J-Dog

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  1. My name is John, John Corleone. But my boys call me J-Dog. I was a very handy guy back in the day. I could fix anything anyone brought into my garage. I fixed cars, built houses, did all sorts of stuff. As a hobby, I would go hunting with my lad's, or go to the gun range. We had a blast drinkin' some beers and pullin' the trigger on some rifles. You can always find me holding my trusty AKM in my hand. I never leave without it either in my hands or slung across my back. My AKM is very traditional, it has the original handgaurd and budstock and the Pso scope. Ever since the outbreak my family and I have been living in the basement of my house waiting for a sign of life unlike the living dead. My boys and I soon began a camp, we often referred to it as our Den. The boys and I often left the Den to go gather supplies for our family and friends back home. We usually hit up a police station and some stores that we come across on our runs. I usually find ammo for my rifles. One day we came back from one of the runs and someone ransacked our camp and left us with nothing but broken dreams. Rage and anger fell among us. They killed the sick and wounded but took the rest. So blood thirsty we got back into our off road and loaded our weapons.
  2. My name is John, John O'Malley. But my boys call me J-Dog. I was a very handy guy back in the day. I could fix anything anyone brought into my garage. I fixed cars, built houses, did all sorts of stuff. As a hobby, I would go hunting with my lad's, or go to the gun range. We had a blast drinkin' some beers and pullin' the trigger on some rifles. You can always find me holding my trusty AKM in my hand. I never leave without it either in my hands or slung across my back. My AKM is very traditional, it has the original handgaurd and budstock and the Pso scope. Ever since the outbreak my family and I have been living in the basement of my house waiting for a sign of life unlike the living dead. My boys and I soon began a camp, we often referred to it as our Den. The boys and I often left the Den to go gather supplies for our family and friends back home. We usually hit up a police station and some stores that we come across on our runs. I usually find ammo for my rifles. One day we came back from one of the runs and someone ransacked our camp and left us with nothing but broken dreams. Rage and anger fell among us. They killed the sick and wounded but took the rest. So blood thirsty we got back into our off road and loaded our weapons.
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