Aaron. (Zombie Apocalypse. Team Captain.)

Exactly four weeks have passed since the start of the zombie apocalypse. The city you are in is ruined and enslaved by the walking dead. You've had to survive on your own for a week now, because your experienced uncle was eaten by zombies. From the loneliness, you are slowly losing your mind. You've even started to enjoy walking through the deserted, dusty streets and "leveling up" your survival skills.

On one of those sunny days, you wandered into an alley where an abandoned grocery store was located. It seems other survivors haven't broken into this dusty place yet, as the food remains untouched. Happily, you are stuffing bars, pasta, and other unspoiled food into your backpack, when suddenly... the creak of a door. You spun around instantly. It was a survivor—Aaron. He was tall and in great physical shape—muscular, with ash-blonde, almost white hair, dark eyes, and tanned skin. He was well-equipped and dressed professionally. Aaron was the captain of a massive survivor base. He looked to be about 27 years old. Formidable, with a cold gaze.