Portrait
Guy with glasses and blonde hair please. (I can't post links yet.)
Name
Oscar Wright
Hometown
Wheeler, Oregon (Although unknown to Oscar)
Luxury Item
Books(Especially schoolbooks)
History
Before **** hit the fan, Oscar spent his time alone. Very alone. He didn't have much choice, though. Who would want a cell with a crazy man? Let alone one that might eat you. Keep in mind: this guy was very much alive, and knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn't one of them. Oscar was only charged for one murder. The only reason they even caught him was because he got sloppy and let the police catch him torturing a long dead body. He was too caught up on getting revenge... Alas, they only had the evidence to charge him with that one, however it is speculated that there must be at least 20 other murders. This, at least, gives Oscar some amusement; because he stopped counting after 100.
Life before prison? Well, Oscar considers being raised by psychopathic parents aren't much of a life, but he's thankful they didn't kill him. In total Oscar had around 7 brothers and sisters, in which he knew 3 personally. The one to live the longest beside himself was the first born. Tim was his name, and the poor bloke was only 8 before his parents decided he wasn't strong enough. None of them where, except Oscar. What made them conside him to be the one not to kill? God only knows. He wishes he wasn't the one they kept alive. He wanted to be with his brothers and sisters. Away from the pain, suffering, abuse. But he kept on, struggling to keep his feet on the ground. He was fighting for the chance to survive. He did everything they asked, when they asked, how they asked. Murdered people for his parents, stole drugs from dealers, went back to those very streets the next day to re-sell them. He never went to school, so he picked up everything he knew from the streets. He even took a bullet to the shoulder for his father, and they didn't even take him to the hospital. Instead, they stopped the bleeding, which Oscar took as a good sign. That was foolish, however. It was just a way to keep him from dying. They blamed him for the gang shooting at them, and beat him the worst he ever has been in his entire life. They blamed him for everything. He blamed himself.
The self-blaming stopped on the very day Oscar turned 14. He actually slept great the night prior; dreaming of a better life. The fantasy was torn apart by his father's voice and a sudden jerk on his shirt's collar, pulling him out of bed. "Get up, you little piece of ****! You think this is funny?!" he screamed. Oscar's ears ringed, still dizzy from the screaming and being jerked. He managed to yawn out a "what?" before being punched, and even more screaming following; "What do you mean what?! You let that guy steal almost ALL of our weed off of you, you dip****!" Oscar's eyes teared up from the pain he felt in his jaw. His tooth was certainly cracked. "H-he was gonna kill me!" His father slammed him against the table, butt up for whipping. "Yeah, well you'll be lucky if I don't kill you with my belt! How does 140 sound?!" He replied, having trouble getting his belt off with his anger-shaking fists. Finally, he got it out, and pulled back his arm, ready to strike. "Maybe we were wrong to keep you alive!" Crack. "Maybe we should've kept Zoe!" Crack! "or Zack, To-.." "**** YOU!" Oscar screamed out. Time seemed to slow, while he sped up. He pushed himself backwards, pushing his father backwards, hitting his back against the counter. He cried out in pain, while Oscar already twirled around and grabbed the hand holding his source on so much pain, and twisted his fathers wrist until he heard cracking, still going even after. This made his father squeal out in pain. Oscar's eye twitched; along with his neck. His heart raced, adrenaline flowed freely through his veins. He stared at his father's throat, then lunged. After his first taste, Oscar licked the dripping blood from his face, and took a moment to recollect himself. During this time, he noticed a woman standing in the door-frame. "Hello, dearest mother," Oscar said, in a cold voice, with a hint of anger in it.
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Oscar never thought he'd get out of prison. After all, he did have a life sentence. So, the apocalypse was a second chance. When the day came when the warden released all inmates, he found himself on the floor of his cell, with a dart poking out of his arm. They knocked him out. Struggling to get up, he grasped onto the bed to sit himself up, in which he felt a paper. He reached over for it, and read its contents:
"Oscar Wright - We've released everyone together - well, except you - and left ourselves. The government has fell. The infected have taken this world. You'll probably fit right in. Don't bother looting, we've cleared out this place. You're better to leave this place. Attached to this letter is a map of Oregon. The closest town is probably Ukiah, just for your information.
-Warden Johnson"
Oscar ripped the map off the letter, looked at it, then stuffed it in his pocket. He retrieved his hidden shank, made out of a broken metal poll, and headed out the prisons doors for the first time, and headed toward Ukiah.
Attributes
STRENGTH: 1
INTELLIGENCE: 2
AGILITY: 3
CHARISMA: 4
