Head: Retaliation Road Block (sculpted beard and hair)
Body, Upper Legs: Retaliation Road Block
Lower Legs: Shock Trooper

He stopped keeping track of how long he was at the cabin after the first year. He was no longer sure when he became adept at using the bow or when he figured out the best way to make arrows. He had stopped listening to news reports after the second day of repeated pre-recorded broadcasts, how long ago that was he couldn't recall. He had even given up on his dream of hitting the surf one last time. A lot of memories and dreams were lost to him during his time of woodland isolation. These thoughts and more passed through his mind as he looked upon on the dead town below.


Just as he readied himself to return to his daily routine something caught his eye. Something was moving down the street. He pulled his monocular from the shoulder bag which contained his EDC components. Looking through the lenses he saw a large green van barreling down Route 87, the main street of the town. He saw that it had been modified, with grates over the windows, stowage on top, what looked like a plow on the front. What he couldn't see was who was driving it. At their current speed the temporary presence of the vehicle would have no affect on his existence. Still, watching the speeding van broke the monotony of his day so on he surveyed. He could see the trickle of dead following behind, the van acting like a dinner bell, alerting the foul creatures that there were living beings nearby.