I woke up on the coast with only a shirt on my back and an old ukulele in my hands. Before the outbreak I would be too shy to go out and talk to people and too nervous to play in front of them. Now that most of the people are dead, that is all I wants to do. I search up and down the coast looking for others, dodging Bullets and playing music to anyone who will listen. It is not easy finding friendlies, but the happy reactions from people who did not expect to meet a bard in the apocalypse makes all the bullet and axe wounds worth it.