Name:
 Jacko Spring

Age:
 19

Gender:
 Male

Previous occupation:
 Was the batter for his local baseball team

Basic appearance: 
 Standing at 6'7" feet tall, with an athletic build, made for sprinting and swinging a bat hard. Deep emerald green eyes, ragged short cut black hair, probably done by himself using his old razor.  Defined and strong facial features. He wears a thick leather jacket over a scarlet red shirt, old blue jeans and leather hiking boots.

Equipment:
 - Steel baseball bat
 - A straight Razor 
 - Canteen 
 - Small rucksack
 - Flashlight
 - Two packet of biscuits

History:
 Being born into a family of three, Jacko grew up a simple. He did decent in his schooling, made it through university on a baseball scholarship, spent most weekends either drunk or in someone else's bed, and celebrating a good exam score by getting high out by the old train station. He never fought with his family, getting along with them well, and usually looking up to his older brother. After his schooling he was offered a job in the local baseball team. Accepting without any second thoughts, Jacko quickly made a name for himself locally. "New batter taking the town by storm" "Record bat distances" "The star player" The local headlines called him. Eventually he even got a pretty big name for himself, soon getting deals from larger teams. However, Jacko was never able to take the offer as the apocalypse hit. 

When it first hit, no one noticed, everyone thought it was just that time of year when gramps dropped dead, however after the first three week, Jacko began to notice something was wrong. His mother hand became far less talkative, and fell extremely ill. It only took another day for hell to break loose, with shotgun blasts being fired into the air. One day, Jacko came home from training only to witness his ill mother being stabbed repeatedly by his father. He came just in time to see his older brother knock his father to the ground and hold his mother. Yet the sight of his mother sinking her teeth into his brother's neck and ripping out his throat had stained his mind. The events of seeing his brother suddenly drop dead, only to push himself up with a neck ripped in two, and then attacking his father, filled Jacko with deathly fear.

In a moment of fear and anger, Jacko swung his bat with as much strength he could. His bat collided with his brother's neck, snapping whatever was left of it, off his shoulders. Faced with his dead mother crawling on the floor towards him and his father lying dead on the ground, Jacko swung as hard as he could repeatedly, turning both their heads into nothing but mush. That night he buried his family, grabbed what he could, and then ran as far as his legs would take him.