Zack

He was the rising star of his company, and now it was all for nothing. Everything he had worked for, so he could rise up from the streets, and have a good clean life, came to an end, when the streets ran rampant with zombies.

Zack was use to fighting for his place in the world, in some ways, this would be no different. Dressing in black slacks, a black t shirt, and sweater, he threw on his hunting boots for good measure. His dark skin needed nothing added, so he didn't bother with camo.

His pistol went in a holster at his side, his hunting rifle strapped to his back. Extra ammo for his rifle were carefully stored in a black fanny pack at his left hip. While an extra clip for his pistol rested in the back pocket of his pants.

He didn't really have gear to take with him, and he wanted to move light. Besides the city would provide for him, it was time to become the hunter.