(Since no one has posted yet, I will go ahead and post.)
Mike let out a sigh as he stretched and reclined himself on the roof. All he would have to do was wait. But he heard something. It wasn't the roars and growls of the zombies, no. Clink clank clink clank. A repetitive metal-to-shoe sound...
Height: 6'5
Weight: 275
Body build: Toned.
Appearance:He has shaggy brown hair and very dark brown eyes. Having a strong jaw line and a gentle gaze.
His body had a quite a few scars, one across his chest. Diagonaly from the left side of his chest to his right hip. One across his right...
Mike would let out a rather long sigh, he himself looking slightly tired. He had two pairs of thick rubber gloves, each one having small traces of blood across them. In his right hand was a long iron pipe, the end of it having quite a bit of blood. He would walk forward slowly, being as sneaky...
Even with military training and all, Mike never was a very good shot. He prefers to be up close, which leaves him more vulnerable to being bitten. Mike never was the fastest guy, he is rather slow and heavy, and his sneaking skill is not good, leaving him to drag in the attention of zombies.