Name: Max Hampton
weapon: A skateboard with sharpened trucks.
status: Alive-shocked
inventory: a can of spam, a backpack, a few paperclips, some chocolate, and a wrench
Civilian
mood: Terrified
Crud. Here I am, Max Hampton, a 14 year old orphan with more than a few close friends dead. And now in a truck I stole, just ran out of luck. The road in front of me caved in, and a few zombies in front of it. My skateboard wont be sufficient. thinking quickly, reenacting a scene from MacGyver, I take off a shoelace, tie it to the door handle, and tie the other end to the gear shifter. I hook a paperclip onto it, and attach a wrench to the paperclip for a counterbalance. When I open the door, the car, headlights on, will careen into the zombies and into the hole, hopefully duping the zombies into going in there. I open the door, jump out, and watch as the horde jumps into the hole, I take off, and I am still fleeing.