Name: William Taggart
Health: Not a scratch.
Status: Good, calm. He's waited for this is whole life, y'know.
Inventory: Glock, 3 clips (TROLOLOLOL), zippo lighter, cell phone, flare, pocket knife, car keys.
Location: East side of the Mississippi by STL.
William stands in his driveway, hearing gunshots and screams. He stands, motionless, staring out to the road.
*deep breath*
"Mmm, smells like the apocalypse."
He walks over to his car, gets in and starts it.