Roland Bishop
Human
Pausing for a second to make sure the bullets where in the magazine properly, Roland finished reloading his pistol and continued shooting. "I guess you could say that. It has been seven years. I was twelve when it started. I didn't even know what was happening. People where attacking people. All the roads where jammed full of cars. Death. A lot of death. I don't really know how i even got out of there. I just started running and never looked back. After a few years you just kinda get used to it." After he finished talking, he moved back to reload once again. Roland only had one magazine, as he couldn't find anymore of the right kind. "Alright. Move away from the window a bit more. They are getting a bit too close."