Woods
“Y’all relax. We ain’t outta here yet.”
Woods is mildly convinced he’s half insane and that the zombie apocalypse around him is all part of a hallucination that’s entirely in his head. The zombies aren’t real, the survivors aren’t real, those aren’t real bullets, and that’s not real blood. He figures if he helps the ‘survivors’ and comes out of it all alive, the vision will end, and he’ll wake up. Other survivors offer a bit of sympathy for poor Woods. The world truly has become an unreal place. As long as he points his guns in the right direction, it’s all good for them.
