Just gonna put this right here for now, Ill finish it later.
[hider=WIP]Name: Alexander "Alex" Pearce

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Nationality: American

Sexuality: Straight

Appearance: [hider][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/8c/9e/82/8c9e82201659981666819afa721a2d77.jpg[/img] 
I couldn't help but use Negan for a zombie apocalypse RP.[/hider]

Family: 
Mother-Deceased (Pre-infection)
Father-Deceased (Pre-infection)
Uncle-Unknown
Aunt-Unknown
Younger Brother-Unknown

Past occupation: Forest Ranger

Personality: Alex is a friendly person, often going out of his way to try and help others. The beginning of the infection's spread did little to sway him from his usual self, but over the last few months he has become more distant, often spending much of his time by himself. He has developed a slight tendency to talk to himself after spending a great deal of time alone, although he doesn't seem to notice it himself. 

Background:  Alex was born in the southeastern part of Texas to a pair of farmers that lived in a small town in the woods. With larger town being miles away Alex spent a good deal of his youth with his friends exploring the woods that surrounded his hometown, often spending hours at a time with his friends just exploring and playing in the woods. As he got older he would spend more time with his father in the woods, learning to hunt and track animals. The two of them often spending entire weekends together exploring.

Wake up. Go to school. Come home. The woods. That was his life for years, so much so that he felt the woods had practically became his home. He spent any chance he had there, and anytime something upset him the woods would become his escape. At 14, both of his parents were killed in a terrible car accident and he and his younger brother were sent to live with their uncle, a rancher in Montana. The only problem with that was that he lost his escape. Over the next few months Alex was constantly depressed, but he continued to put on a brave face for his younger brother. A brave face had little effect on his uncle, however.

His uncle had finally had enough and he and Alex took a trip one weekend to the Flathead National Forest. It was the first time in a long time that Alex had been happy, feeling that he was finally able to escape all the things that he had been running from out there in the woods.  After that those excursions with his uncle became regular trips and over time he became his old self again.

At 18, Alex decided that he would become a forest ranger and began volunteering as often as he could, and attending school the rest of the time. After four years of hard work he had officially became a forest ranger and he continued to spend his time in the woods, the only difference now he was being paid to do something he had done for years.

At 26, Alex moved to Phoenicia, NY to oversee the Sundown Wild Forest near there. Over the next 5 years he oversaw the construction of new ranger stations throughout the forest, and when rumors and news of what was happening in Texas he did what he knew best how to. Retreat into the woods. Over the coming months as the infection spread throughout the country Alex stayed within the confines of his woods along with many of the other forest rangers and hunters of the area that had the same idea.

Early on things were fine. They used the ranger stations and hunting cabins around the forest as outposts, keeping in touch with the radios in the stations. The infected were few and far between and the survivors were able to dispatch them easily enough, as time went on more and more were attracted to the sound of the hunter's gunfire and that's when they began losing people. The outposts near the edge fell first, pushing the survivors further in, but it wasn't long before the infected were on them as well.

The other's didn't seem to notice the pattern that the infected were always drawn to the sound of gunfire first, but once Alex realized he told the others. Many thought him foolish for believing it, but the next attack proved that he was correct as the infected were drawn once more to the sound. While the others panicked he took the chance to escape, for the first time leaving the interior of the woods and heading to the exterior to escape, stopping at the old, overrun ranger stations and hunting cabins to gather supplies. The infected were few and far between once again as they were drawn away to whatever sounds they could follow giving him little resistance on the way out.

What's in their bag: Alex carries a sling style hunting bag he found in one of the first hunting cabins he searched. In it he has two sets of spare clothes and a second jacket, 3 MREs and a full canteen of water, and a pair of long range radios he kept from the ranger stations, leaving much of the rest of the pack empty in case he finds anything of use while scavenging. On his right thigh he has a tactical thigh rig that he keeps a pistol he found holstered and any extra ammunition he finds.

Weapons: During his scavenging Alex has found a Mossberg Patriot rifle, with only 3 .308 caliber rounds available. A 6 inch hunting knife that he attached to the end of the rifle to form a makeshift bayonet. A Glock 20 that uses 10mm ammunition with only 6 rounds left in the only magazine he could find for it. A bolo style machete that has become his main way of dealing with any infected that he comes across.

Other: His younger brother was a member of the National Guard that was called in during the infection's beginning. He has not had any word from him and does not know if he is alive or not.[/hider]