Daemon Alexander Stark
Male/Man | 19 | Combat/Weapons| Survivor | Straight | Relationship: none |Location: Abandoned Building near Bomb Shelter
Male/Man | 19 | Combat/Weapons| Survivor | Straight | Relationship: none |Location: Abandoned Building near Bomb Shelter
He stood on top of a metal beam, one used to support large structures, it was where he spent most of his time, he had attempted to secure the building so that he would know whenever a zombie entered, it wasnโt a fool proof system, but his wolfdog would alert him if it had failed. He had a five year old sister when the infection hit, she caught it while at school and infected the rest of his family, none of them survived. He had โrobbedโ just about every place that sold weapons, though he only took the arrows for his bow.
He was currently testing out the weight of a new arrow, drawing his arm back and aiming at a sack of sand placed near the entrance. Before releasing the bow, his wolfdog Laric began to growl. He watched the dog as it carefully walked to the broken window and stood on its hind legs, peeking out. The dog was staring at the bomb shelter, he had become an incredibly alert dog and would growl at just about any sound. Daemon followed Laric to the window, his eyebrows furrowed. Come on kid, letโs go check it out. He grabbed his bow and all of his weapons, climbing off of the beam and cautiously making his way outside.
