a 64 year old Farmer from near March Ridge, when he woke up that day early in the morning he thought it was gonna be another weekend at the hunting cabin deep in South Pine Forest, took his rifle, put on the warm clothes, some supplies for himself and to resupply cabin's storage, fed the animals, watered the plants, got into his pickup and was on his way. Who would have thought this simple mist would change everything. Inititally he didn't realize something was wrong, he figured he's gonna have to wait for weather to get better and went inside the cabin. It wasn't until the day two when it really hit the fan and he was...It as it wrecked his truck. After some time, he couldn't stay any longer and took the little supplies he got left and attempted to reach back to his farm. Predictably, his farm was in shambles, with most of the animals either gone or as a rooting carcasses, the barn destroyed & the house looking like something rammed into it, tearing down one of the walls.

He scavanged whatever he could and kept on walking, and walking. and walking....

Until...on his last pieces of food he reached the Mall, its lights glowing of warmth, out of options. He had to got in, especially now that one of those tail freaks spotted him, which he didn't hear or see at first. Crazy how fast one can crawl into a dark gooey and bloody vent to escape certain death.

Its really impressive for old guy like him with eyesight & hearing problem to have lived for so long.