Name: Lee Marcum
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5 feet 11 inches, brown eyes and hair, lean build
Skills: Melee, First-Aid, Handguns.
Inventory: Bloody 2X4 (Nails in Head) The “Shorty”, Gas Mask “Borrowed” from dead hunter

Biography: After being birthed outside a quarantine zone, Lee’s parents wanted to keep him from combat as much as possible, but that didn’t keep him from swinging some 2X4’s around. Between being taught by his parents and some Hunter friends, he snuck outside the camp to explore, this saved his life, as when the gates no longer hold and ammunition runs out, a trusty pipe and knowledge of ones surroundings can be all that keeps you from death or worse.
After escaping the burning remains of the camp, Lee realized being alone would get him killed. While watching a quarantine zone from a nearby hill, he spied a couple of men crawling from a hole in the wall. Lee followed them to find that they were smuggling guns, ammo, and alcohol. While watching them, Lee dropped his Pipe alerting the men of his presence. The men Apprehended him and asked him questions, after explaining his situation the kind hearted man offered to take him along until they got back to the zone, even offering to provide papers from a “Missing” man, nobody would miss him they assured Lee.
After arriving in the zone, Lee quickly became bored, it was nothing like the hunter camp, no roaming clickers to fuck up, no clever stories about the one that almost got away, no weapons training from a particularly deft marksman, this made Lee antsy and he began to suffer from boredom. He decided he may as well continue sneaking out. He offered to help the men who saved him. He now finds himself in a shite situation yet again.
Other: Overly protective of his Shorty, Refusing to let anybody touch it.