Name: Carl Adams (Doesn't tell anyone his name, though.). Wont tell you his name, instead, will tell you his name is John Armstrong, leaving you without any suspicions that it isn't his real name.
Age: 14
Preferred weapon: Baseball bat
Vehicle: Usually walks (Or runs.), has a scooter, though.
Pic: (Can I just describe?) Platinum blonde hair reaching to the bottom of his ear, very messy with large bangs. His skin is a bit tanned but you can tell it used to be very pale. Usually uses an incredibly messy baseball uniform, except any symbols that shows what team it was for were ripped out. Brown eyes, very short for his age. Has a lot of freckles and isn't very strong or buff looking. small hands and legs.
Bio: Since the day he was allowed to join, Carl had joined the baseball club at his school. Problem was, Carl was never very good at baseball. The star of his team was a boy named John Armstrong. Carl was always jealous of him, but really didn't let it go to him, and tried harder and harder, but he was never as good as John, or a bunch of other players, really. When he woke up to find his brother try to bite him, looking soulless, he picked us his bat and started to smack him, no second thoughts about it, realizing immediately what was going on. He then cut his hand, afraid that his brother did really bite him.
Most people started to freak out, and just when he was ready to go to the field he realized it was canceled. Carl met John on a street the very same day, he was obviously afraid. The less skilled baseball player just hit John in the head, knocked him out flat, and kept going. Eventually, he realized that he didn't want to kill zombies, but he didn't want to become one, either. He isn't on anyones side.
He just killed others for the hell of it.