[hr][hr][center][h1][color=79443b]Matt "Woody" Abrams[/color][/h1]
[img]https://hammihan.com/users/users2015/status/thumbs/thumb_HamMihan-201518866019961449751447608804.2242.jpg[/img][hr][hr][b][color=79443b]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A 
[b][color=79443b]Locations:[/color][/b] Sharpsburg, Main Street (E11 to Antique Shop)[hr][/center]
Matt sighed with relief. Seemed the girl was friendly enough to at least let him closer. The lumberjack picked up his axe off of the pavement and jogged over, swinging his axe onto his shoulder and letting it rest there. He managed to get a closer look at the group before him. Sure enough, his suspicions were confirmed that one of them was missing a leg. The redhead seemed exhausted and the other two men seemed to be the ones taking charge. Matt looked at the one legged man who asked who he was. [color=79443b]"I'm Matt. But everyone used to call me Woody."[/color] He explained. Matt waited in thought of how he was going to answer the next question.

[color=79443b]"I guess the best way to describe it is that I'm coming from nowhere..."[/color] Matt continued. [color=79443b]"I used to be with a group... until about two years ago. I've been wondering the woods ever since."[/color] He said. Looking at how worn out everyone was, Matt slung his backpack off his shoulder and unzipped it. Maybe it would be best to make a peace offering since he was the new guy, and therefore the new possible threat to these people. [color=79443b]"I've got... three cans of food and about... half a litre of water if you want it."[/color] He offered, taking a knee and opening up the bag to show the group with a smile.