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Hi. I'm Nicholas Parker. I was once a freelance writer and horror novelist, but now I'm a fugitive, just like everyone here. I can't say I really love being a survivor of the human race at this moment of time—all of my friends died. I'm stuck with nine survivors. Before, my tools were pens and pencils, now the most handy tool I have is my .45 ACP. It's awkward that just a week ago I was in FallCreek, my hometown, participating in an interview and book signing for my latest novel. Now, I'm just a gunslinger.

For physical attributes, I'm not really physically fit per se. I'm built on a lean body, and sometimes, I wear glasses. My eyes are blue in color, and in one time of my life, I had blurry vision (that's why I had glasses). Now it's gone, but I still love to wear them. I'm around 6'3, brown haired, and I'm pushing 21. Since I was mugged a year ago, I've convinced myself to train in self defense, and bought my best friend the .45. That makes me physically fit to survive the zombie apocalypse.
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A week ago I and my friend had to take shelter in a police station in FallCreek city. Do you know what I found there? A Remington shotgun. It's your ordinary zombie survival weapon, but the awkward thing is that it has a telescope mounted on its top. It's pretty cool. Oh, and I learned this from a source...that when using a shotgun, you have to fire at the chest so that it could hit the head. I haven't tried to shoot a zombie with it yet, so I don't know.