Callus the Sheir
The Storm Montre
Age: 5 years, 8 months, 2 weeks
Born: January 4th, 2014
Adopted: 5 years, 8 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: January 4th, 2014
- Level: 55
- Strength: 138
- Defense: 133
- Speed: 130
- Health: 130
- HP: 117/130
- Intelligence: 176
- Books Read: 174
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Pawnbroker
The days don't seem so long now.
Haven't seen any clickers in over a week, but that still doesn't stop me from hunting them.
Every monster dead counts towards some grand total, don't it?
To save humanity...
I've seen it carved into the sides of old buildings while crawling through the decaying streets of a world I've never known.
A silent whisper forever haunting me.
Once I had thought I would be the one to save the world. Immune. Impervious. Safe.
Turns out I was just another dead end, a hope killer for humanity.
But at least I still have Joel, he keeps me alive, sane. Actually, I think we keep each other sane.
We have to believe there is a way to save ourselves from all of this.
Surviving means you are living for something, existing just enough so you can see that horizon.
And that is where the truth lies, and that will always be my destination.
The only good corpse is a dead one.
Survivors Pump Action Shotgun
Survivors Handgun with Holster
Endure and Survive Backpack
Memory from a Happy Summer
Stamped Out Photograph
How to Kill a Zombie Edition 1
Get Out Of The Apocalypse Free Card
Rule 2: Double Tap Sticker
Dawn of the First Day
Index of Viruses
Engorged Spore Pod
Rotting Planks of Old Wood
Giraffe Cuddle Buddy
2013 Survival Bag
Large First Aid Kit
Plain Red Shirt
Dark Wash Mercilessly Shredded Jeans
Ex Stompin Shoes