Jimmy here started out in a boarded-up house on the edge of a city by a river. After a few break-ins, he decided holding down the fort was suicide, and lit the place up as a distraction.
As his childhood home was reduced to a smoldering pile of ash and rubble, Jimmy made his way to an old camp by the river. There, he found an axe and some matches. He built a stone shovel and dug a shallow pit outside of one of the tents. He filled the hole with a log and wood splinters, then started a fire. That fire got out of control, and most of his few possessions were incinerated. He only had a crossbow, the axe, and the clothes on his back.
Seeing as it hadn’t let him down so far, he continued west along the river. Soon, he came upon a lone raft. The decision was clear; If they can’t reach you, they can’t kill you. He took the raft without a second thought, and drifted even further downriver.
After a few hours on the raft, Jim spotted an island in the center of the river. There was a house in very good condition. He landed on the island’s west shore, and made his way to the house. It was empty, save for a dead couple in the shower. Jim stripped the corpses bare and set them aside for a future meal. First, he needed to secure the rest of the island.
On the other side of the house, there sat two cages. One was empty, the other contained a very volatile-looking humanoid. Bolts of electricity arced off it’s figure and onto the steel bars which contained it. Not looking to get electrocuted, Jim readied his crossbow and dispatched the thing with three or four bolts.
Further investigation revealed that the island was uninhabited, save for Jim and the corpses. There was enough material lying around to build a proper wood stove, so after a bit of butchering and tree-cutting, Jim had a soft bed, a warm meal, and a nigh-impenetrable fortress.
There were a couple mostly uneventful scavenging missions. All the excitement came from the plunder. Over all his excursions, Jimmy obtained a Glock 17 with 150 rounds of ammo, a double-barrel shotgun with no ammo, a pro fishing rod, two canteens, and a halligan bar, along with plenty of food and drink(only some of which wouldn’t leave you blackout drunk after two shots). The fishing rod has allowed Jim to remain off the mainland for most of the week, and once summer comes, he’ll plant a more sustainable food source.
Thus, we are left in our current situation. Jim living a semi-normal life, even in the end times. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
