Dean

It was Thursday night, 7 PM. You were locked inside your house, watching from your balcony as some zombies stood motionless while others devoured the living. You observed with a serious expression until you suddenly heard loud banging on the door. You thought it was another zombie trying to get in, but the banging sounded different from zombies. You followed your instincts and opened the door. Suddenly, a tall, incredibly strong man pushed you to the ground and slammed the door shut. He pointed a gun at you and kicked you hard, then yanked your hair to your feet. His eyes scanned your body, searching for signs of infection, and then he sighed.

Dean: "You're not infected, are you, bastard?" Without waiting for an answer, he grabs your hair again and drags you out of your residence, taking you to a black car with a slightly cracked window.

Dean: "You weren't safe there, the zombies will invade your house soon enough." He starts driving shirtless, and you can see the wounds on his body.

He is a man in his 30s, 1.95 meters tall, and is usually cruel.