Name: Samuel D'wayne Hefftin

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Sexual Orientation: Female

Equipment: Large backpack:Contents: Climbing equipment, a week worth of rations he obtained and a 38. without any ammunition in it.

He is vey quick to the draw, using a 38. to scare off people who attempt to attack him or in some cases, predators.
Unsure of most but a soft spot for kids out there. God knows children shouldn't have to live in such a bad environment.
Keep to himself only-speak-to-if-spoken-to kind of person, unless speaking first could help out a lot.

History: Living a quiet life with his wife and son Julia and Max he was a very good father in his own mind. He worked his job spent time with his family and kept everything up for his son to have a good life and mom to properly raise her son while dad was out working. He was out one day whenever the sudden growth happened, raced home to find his family huddled in a corner. He was one of the people to help begin rebuilding a bit. He and a few other people got together some tools and built a wall. Samuel governed the town, going out on scavenger trips to get food for the town. It all worked for a year or so, people came and went defenses grew stronger and better. But one day he returned to see raiders had arrived and attacked the town. Killing most of the townspeople, including his wife and son. He and a few of the townspeople grabbed a map and with knowledge they had heard about New York being a safe haven, they began a track from Las Vegas Nevada to New York (New York New York?) New York. It was a long trip. A month had passed and they were somewhere in South Dakota. Supplies dwindling the group couldn't make it much longer. A pack of wolves arrived, killing some of the people in the group. Using the last of his bullets he killed two of the wolves and scared the rest off. Using the meat from the wolves they continued on, another month went by and they were really picking up pace when they arrived...Not the safe haven they hoped for, the others in the group disbanded losing hope. Samuel or Sam stayed in the city living out whatever days he had left. He would live out his days until the present day, a kit for climbing, a week of rations, and an empty gun. All he though about then was how he used to have a town until some damn raiders ran in and killed everybody. And now he lived in a run down place full of murder and other things.

Appearance: Short black hair, a five-o-clock shadow, usually wearing a T-shirt and jeans. A big old backpack he takes everywhere on his back. Well built do to a few years of carrying things, running, and the like. 6ft5in. Blue eyes and white skin.

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