Rusty
“Always wanted to open my own saloon. ‘Course I’d drink myself outta business in a week.”
Rusty has had a hard life, made all the harder by his love of the bottle. It’s not that he’s a mean drunk or a rowdy drunk or even a maudlin drunk. He’s just drunk a little too often for his own good. But when times were tough, he always put the booze away and made himself useful. To-date he hasn’t even looked at a flask of hooch since the first zombies began to rise. Despite having only one eye, his now-steady hands are as lethal as ever.
