Name: Jack D. Wolflen
Age: 26
Appearance:
Short Bio: Jack is a renegade soldier. During the beginning of the infection in NYC, Jack's company of the National Guard was sent into Neutralize the infection, but it was a catastrophe. Once inside the city, there jumped by horde of 100 or more undead. You must under stand, that it was about a week after the infection, which puzzled most of the soldiers in his company. There were only about 50 soldiers in it. Anyways, they were quickly, and brutally overrun. They had just entered downtown New York when they were jumped. They came from everywhere. Alley ways, buildings, rooftops. Everywhere. It was so chaotic, Jack doesn't even remember how he made it out alive. He just started running, following his squad out of the city.
They must had run for a mile before they actually stopped to take out any stragglers that weren't feasting on the rest of the company. Jack's squad secured abandoned warehouse, and stayed their for two weeks, surviving off the several boxes of spam in it. They were survived like that, for two whole weeks, until their Sargent finally lost his mind. They had to put him down, he was making so much noise that the infected would have found them if they didn't, and then there were four. Jack, Carlos, Trenton, and Kelly. Yes, Kelly is a male. Jack was the Specialist, Carlos the medic, Trenton the support gunner, and Kelly was the new guy. They all decided it was time to leave the warehouse before they all lost their minds.
The next morning, as the run rose, they had packed their bags full of all the water. ammo, and spam they could carry, and snuck out of the warehouse. The almost made it out of the city when a runner spotted them. Trenton quickly put it down, and they all made a sprint out of the city, but they also had half of the city behind them, looking for a meal. They ran, and ran, and ran, only stopping to turn around and fire at the infected that were able to catch up. They must have repeated that for hours. Run, stop, fire, run, stop, fire, run, stop, fire, run, stop, fire. Until they found a mini-van that hadn't been crashed yet. After Kelly hot wired it, Jack jumped in the driver seat, Kelly in the passenger, Carlos in the back seat, and Trenton in the very back. Trent knocked out the window and sat up his FN Minimi, and started firing at the infected that were still chasing them. Others had either left for a easier meal, or were shot down.
They then drove for a day straight. Switching every time the driver got tired. One person could sleep at a time. Someone had to navigate, someone had to drive, and someone had to man the back window. They did that until for about a week. Filling up the van whenever they had a chance. That even filled the empty water bottles up with fuel just in case. At one pit stop, Trenton was checking out the store with Kelly, when they got jumped by a group of Runners. They were taken out quickly. Jack, grabbed Carlos who was filling the Van up, threw him into van, and got in the drivers seat, hitting the gas, and driving out of there, the pump still shooting out gas, purposely of course. Because Jack left an Incendiary grenade right next to it, and once it went off, the entire gas station blew up into a mushroom cloud of zombie body parts. Jack and Carlos took turns driving for the next three days, not going anywhere except away from the undead. At times they would stop, turn around, and go in a complete circle. At others they would cross straight into an open field.
When the van finally ran out of gas, and they had no way to fuel it, it was in the middle of the night, roughly three weeks after the New York City incident. It would have been fine, if it hadn't been dark when the van quit out. Jack and Carlos where in the middle of a field. They were heading towards what seemed to be a abandoned farmhouse, so they could resupply. So instead of being dumb and venturing out. Jack and Carlos bunkered out in the van for the night. The next morning, Jack awoke to a gun shot. Carlos had killed himself. Jack sighed, and started digging through Carlos' things. All he found where some pills and small roll of bandages. Jack put them in his backpack, but what he also found, was some new clothes. Thankfully Carlos and Jack where roughly the same size. So Jack took the clothes, which were just a jean jacket, jeans, and a white shirt, and put them on. Jack kept his helmet and goggles though. Jack left the van at 0800 hours. Since they had wasted they last of their M4 ammo, and the chances of them finding any was low, so he just left them in the van. Jack was stuck with nothing but a Boot Knife and a Colt .45
Weapons: Boot knife, .45 ACP Colt Double Eagle
Skills: Because Jack is a Specialist, he is good with almost any weapon, and other military field. explosives being his strong point, medical being his weak. Jack's aim is fairly good with most weapons, mainly pistols and rifles. Jack could never get the feel for a machine gun, and scopes always gave him headaches for some odd reason, but in the current situation, he would us any weapon he can get his hands on.
