zombielane face and journal are yet to be decided, but an archer that was pretty useful until they ran out of arrows, but the muscle memory is still there. saw something horrible enough that talking is an effort they don't bother with. a lot of pointing and gesturing and scaring the shit out of people by just showing up, maybe? anyone they could have saved in a pinch prior to running out of those sweet, sweet arrows? someone to gift them with a crossbow or more arrows? help with the horrible thing they saw? a group with which to belong? an ironic nickname?