[center][color=9e0b0f][h2][u]Alex Callahan[/u][/h2][/color]

[img]https://i.imgur.com/t8FeSyK.png[/img][/center]

[b][color=9e0b0f]Age[/color][/b]
[b]29[/b]

[b][color=9e0b0f]Alternate nicknames[/color][/b]
Dudly do diddly squat
Callahan
Waster

[b][color=9e0b0f]Biography[/color][/b]
Alex comes across as somebody that looks professional and like somebody whom knows how to use a gun. He is not.

"I'm a soldier...well, no. I was a militiaman for the city! Um...okay fine I was part of the neighborhood watch with my brothers and my girlfriend and we kept the gangs off of the streets. We never killed anybody, we just used rubber bullets...YES I'VE KILLED A FEW DOZEN ZOMBIES."

Before the outbreak, he was a member of his home street's neighborhood watch. He and his friends all took firearms classes together and shot at the range every day they could while also simultaneously keeping gangs out of their neighborhood. With crime ramping up every day, Alex and his friends were on edge in their four man and one woman war on the gangs of the world. But when the zombie infestation broke out and he watched his brother rip open his girlfriend's throat, things just spiraled downward from there. He tried hitting up various friends in the outskirts of the city, but most were dead or pretended he didn't exist.

Though at the time he had only a POS glock in hand, a few military soldiers that had succumbed to the zombies and, when Alex took them down, he found standard issue G3 rifles and more than enough ammunition to stuff into his pockets. He even found riot police armor and a gas mask as he was scavenging one night. 

Weeks later however and he was already being mentally eradicated, having lost a lot of the humor in his eyes as he had to use both rifle and a baseball bat he filled with spikes to put down zombies where he can in a mostly vain attempt to help people. Many times he was far too late with those he was trying to help having died already or were already close to death when he finally got the zombies off of them. He tended to show up at the worst of times and has even been shot a few times because of it.

Now from the mid-city, he's trying to make his way towards the outskirts of town and help what little survivors are left. He hates killing with a vengeance but will do what he must at this point just to survive and try and make days a little brighter for the last remaining survivors.

[b][color=9e0b0f]Equipment[/color][/b]
An old, [url=https://i.imgur.com/glTkVYz.png]Leather[/url] satchel that belonged to his girlfriend. He keeps various bits of ammunition, food, and water inside but not much else. He tries to stay as light on his feet as he can.

A police issue [url=http://i.imgur.com/rfEIF61.png]Gas mask[/url]. Having found it on a riot officer, it, and the armor, give him that little bit of extra courage and hope for survival when they most likely don't do nearly as much as he hopes they do.

A gray [url=http://i.imgur.com/FPOXOJz.png]Baseball bat[/url] with spikes hammered through it that he uses only when absolutely necessary. When not in use, he'll slip it under his satchel's flap in a makeshift sheath.

An old silver pocket watch that helps him retain his sanity.

A green flask with a golden symbol on the front. Current contents: Nearly full of Irish cream

[b][color=9e0b0f]Extra info[/color][/b]
[url=https://i.imgur.com/cS6ne2t.png]Face without his gas mask[/url]
[url=http://i.imgur.com/yvBu3Br.png]Face without grime[/url]