Name: Samuel Floe
Appearance: Sam is around 5' 9'', with medium length black hair, peeking out from the sides of a brown cowboy hat, he found in the street. He has a slim figure, and slightly tanned skin from his constant time outdoors. He has unusually dark, blue eyes. His face is lightly covered in stubble.
His clothes aren't in the best condition. he wears a brown, suade jacket, tool belt and loose jeans, with climbing shoes, suitable for free running
History: Samuel made his living doing anything he could. Mostly theft, mugging, convenience store hold ups, but anything else he had to. He knew it was wrong, but he never actually hurt anyone. Sam was the kind of guy who stood out among the other criminal gangs, as if it was a game, he never took anything seriously, which had landed him in trouble before. With no family left, Sam was crawling through life by the time of the war, just trying to survive each day. He secretly dreamed of making an honest living, but never made any progress towards success.
Weapon: Slightly dented tire iron. Sam previously owned a glock 18, and knows his way around other pistols.
Skills: Agility, Speech
Reborn: Sam was crammed into a bomb shelter in a crowd of other survivors, not knowing at first why. Survival in the shattered remains of the city seemed much the same to him as the life he had before, but now he was surviving with other people.