Username: There’s this chick named [Cliché]. She’s weird, but whatever. 
Name: Ethan Ray
Age: Eighteen years, yeah. Soon to graduate high school, or I was before all my classmates an’ teachers went all zombiefied. 
Alibi: Dude, have you ever seen a zombie run? Yeah, didn’t think so. They limp, and crawl if they don’t have legs. They don’t really have brains. It’s almost a sin how easy it is to avoid them, seriously. I don’t understand how people get caught by zombies in the first place. 
Appearance: Err…I’m a guy. And I have brown hair an’ my eyes are brown. I’m tall, like 6’2”. I wear earth colors. You know, browns and greens and khaki. Dude, is that even a color? Khaki I mean. Seriously, now it’s gonna bug me all day. 
Skills(if any): In college I plan on majoring in psychology. I like getting in people’s heads. I’m a good shot with my paintball gun. I snowboard, sometimes. But I ain’t that great at it yet.
Personality: I’m pretty laid back. Don’t got a lot a friends, less now that everyone’s a fuckin’ zombie. I kinda just wanna sleep all the time.
History: So this one morning I was walking to school, an’ in the morning I’m like a fricken zombie so I guess none of the real zombies noticed me. As I said, they’re stupid. When I got there I woke up enough an’ I was like, “Fuck, there’s zombies everywhere.” So I just kinda walked out and when they started chasing me I ran an’ hid in the woods. I set a bunch of traps, leave pits an’ the like, so the zombies who actually made it to the woods would die…again, or somethin’. Or maybe just snap a bone. Seriously, those bones must be brittle. They’re flesh is decaying an’ all. But then I kinda just started walking around. It’s kinda borin’ ya know? I thought a zombie attack would be a little more exciting. 
Picture: Nah, I dun like pictures. They always make me look stoned.