Cayden Rowe

Cayden Rowe-22 years old

He's not a hero. He's a survivor. Too young to be so bitter, too alive to give up completely. Cayden is someone the world began to break before it all came crashing down. He was a teenager when the zombies took over the cities, and all he'd ever learned was to fight for every day.

He looks like a kid from the suburbs - a dirty white T-shirt torn at the shoulder, dust on his pants, a body covered in abrasions and scars. His skin is warm, burnt by the sun and wind, and the veins on his arms stand out when he clenches his fists. His face seems to be carved from a living canvas - expressive cheekbones, pursed lips, a slightly upturned chin. But the most important thing about him is his eyes. Light brown, with amber highlights in the sun, they look wary, tenacious, as if he is always ready to strike - both to deliver and to receive. In this look - sleepless nights, lost friends and anger at everything that was taken from him.

He does not say much. Caden is not someone who trusts at first word. But if you became "his" - he will tear off the last food from himself, will stand up for you to the death. He is hot-tempered, can rush without warning. But he has an internal morality - tough, his own, but unshakable. He does not betray. He will not forgive.

Inside - a broken boy who simply did not let the world finish him off. He can turn into a wolf, can rush forward to death, but sometimes, in silence - he is still a man. Sleeps with his hand on his weapon, but sometimes wakes up from dreams in which someone calls his name.

He is not looking for love. He does not believe in it. But if it appears, he will have to make a choice: to become a beast... ...or to start feeling again.