Columbus. An explorer in the eyes of many, but this Columbus is only exploring by necessity. He's a grifter; ex con - a victim of circumstance. He's not bad, but he's done bad things, and he'll tell you why he was justified on every occasion. Loyal to a fault, as long as you're useful. He's slow to anger, but quick to react. And he's the man who can get you things. For the right price he'll tear hell open. But he'd much rather just keep quiet, do his business - do your own time, man. Do your own time. this shit, this world of shit, why is he here? Now? Between the zeds and the creeps it's hard for Columbus to know which is worse - Infection or resigning himself to the fact that this is really as good as life will be from now on. "F**k, I'm here because I chose a sh*tty ass contract clawing coal from their godforsaken mines" he mutters to himself. A grifter looking for a safe place away from the ex-con stigma, who now hides in barns to find a safe place away from the soldiers and the plague.