Zombie Apocalypse RP

(Mornin

(I've had worse days to say the least

(Oof

Sorry for not responding yesterday. Got super busy then after work I passed out.))

Name- Rashard Bennett
Age- 37
Gender- Male
Description- Rashard used to be a tall skinny man, but years of depressed struggles in the ruins of civilization have toned his muscles and weathered his skin. He is covered in scratches, scars and even has a burn on the lower left of his jaw. His eyes are brown and even though he used to have long hair, he is now shaved bald. He also wears a kevlar glove on his left hand and has a leather sheath with a machete in it on his waist.
Personality- Ever since his lover died in his arms, his heart has grown cold. He holds a constant skepticism of others in his eyes and tries to never grow close to others. He's grown cold and heartless, abandoning morals to get the job done. Rashard also is deeply depressed but has a perfect Pokerface, perfectly hiding all of his feelings and emotions from others.
Flaw- He is horrendous at social situations. Never growing close to others and cutting off any ties. Also, never let him be in charge of negotiations since he's more likely to bash their head against a wall than peacefully cooperate.
History- Before the outbreak, Rashard was a tall skinny computer programmer with long golden-brown hair. He was a kind and very shy man who was love-stricken with his boyfriend. He was happy and content with his life, even when the zombies showed up, he wasn't fazed much with his boyfriend by his side. But one day he and his partner got into an argument with the other survivors they grouped up with. It quickly heated up and someone with an itchy trigger finger shot a bullet through his partner's heart. Watching his partner dying in his arms, Rashard was overwhelmed with immense grief and anger, slaughtering the other survivors with a machete except with one that managed to escape. Since that day, Rashard has been wandering aimlessly in a depressed state, forever changed.
family- Lover/Boyfriend: Dead, Mother and father: Unkown
crush- None

(Is this good?)

Inside a small apartment block that's only a few stories high, Rashard Bennett could be seen on a balcony that belongs to an apartment on the 3rd floor. The Windows broken, patio furniture smashed and the railing was torn off, dangling to one side. Rashard is seen sitting on the edge of the balcony, with his machete in his right hand and a warm flat beer in his other; gazing off into the scene of the rest of the ruins of civilization with a long lost gaze. Taking another sip from the beer, his ears quickly perked up, his head swivelling to the far right side after hearing a faint smash of broken glass in the distance. Narrowing his eyes, he emptied the rest of the can and flattened it with his kevlar glove. He got up with his machete and with a quick glance in the direction the sound came, he lifted himself down the edge of the balcony and fell to the balcony below, repeating it again to get to ground level. Quickly looking around to get his bearings, he started moving to the sound through the back alleys and gardens, swiftly chopping off the heads of any zombies he came by.

After a while through back alleys and some gardens, Rashard peaked out from beside an old burger joint, looking at a hardware store with some movement from inside. Kneeling down, He opened up his bag and looked inside. Checking his supplies he knew he was good on food, water and medicine; knowing he didn't need anything from the store. Kneeling there for a while, he debated if he should leave whoever is there to their own devices or maybe, maybe, talk? Nah, talking is out of the picture. He doesn't know if he can trust whoever is in there.
Thinking for a while, he decided that he at least wanted to see what he's dealing with, either human or zombie. Positioning himself behind a garbage dumpster, he grabbed the crushed beer can from his bag and with a smooth powerful throw, threw it across the street, bouncing in front of the store with multiple clanging sounds. Peering out from the shadowy dumpster, he waited to see what came out.

{Hello!}

Crouching down in the shadow of the dumpster and burger joint, Rashard intently watched for any movement from the hardware store. After a while from the can being thrown, he saw a slight shadow by a window and heard a male voice calling out. A silent pause later, a whistle and the same voice from before could be heard.
Slowly crouching down out of sight to not cause any sudden movements, Rashard pondered about what to do. He only saw movement and a voice from one person but there could always be others, and with them being in a hardware store with a bunch of dangerous tools doesn't really help either. He could confront whoever is there but he doesn't really need anything and he doesn't like the uncertainty of the situation.
After a bit, Rashard decided to continue to watch a tiny bit more, to see what else they'll do.

{Ack!! Sry 4 the poof everyone!!}

Nathan grinned and turned around when he heard someone call out hey. He raised a brow at the guy who appeared from somewhere. He tilted his head and stayed where he was at, "took a while for someone to come out. Where's the rest of your group?" He asked with a raised brow. His hands tightening on the bat till his knuckled turned white. He kept his grin on his face and started to take a step or two forward.

(Heller

(Doesn't matter to me

(Sure