Henry
“Works on rocks. Works on zombies. Ain’t nothin’ like a trusty pick.”
Henry thought he’d left war and death behind long ago. He moved out West to try his hand at prospecting, and some years went better than others, but by-and-large, he’s done pretty well for himself. Even found what could be the motherlode not two weeks before the zombie apocalypse began, and doesn’t it just figure? What good is gold when there ain’t no civilization to spend it on? Still, not all hope is lost, and as long as Henry and the other survivors stick together and look out for each other, well, maybe he’ll finally get that retirement he’s always wanted.
