I don't hate Zombies, I just love killing them
Dylan was meant to have been a boy, but when she came out a girl she was given the name intended for a son and treated no differently.
Dylans father was a weapons maker, guns, swords anything that could be classed as a weapon he could make, and he made damn sure that his daughter could too.
Dylans mother was in the Army, she was tougher than nails and would start a fight in a second and would always win.
Her parents instilled every skill into her, fighting, handling weapons, camping, hunting, how to swear so bad a sailor would blush.
Dylan had a short temper and was always in trouble, but when a one night stand gives her a little boy she softens around him and only him.
When the zombies started showing up, Dylan had a huge ass truck loaded with weapons and some basic machines to keep making them, her 3year old was strapped in, her dog was on the back and enough food and clothing and camping gear to last them awhile.
The weapons mentioned are made by the very amazing Zombie Tools. Weapons can be found under blades and retired blades.
Dylans father was a weapons maker, guns, swords anything that could be classed as a weapon he could make, and he made damn sure that his daughter could too.
Dylans mother was in the Army, she was tougher than nails and would start a fight in a second and would always win.
Her parents instilled every skill into her, fighting, handling weapons, camping, hunting, how to swear so bad a sailor would blush.
Dylan had a short temper and was always in trouble, but when a one night stand gives her a little boy she softens around him and only him.
When the zombies started showing up, Dylan had a huge ass truck loaded with weapons and some basic machines to keep making them, her 3year old was strapped in, her dog was on the back and enough food and clothing and camping gear to last them awhile.
The weapons mentioned are made by the very amazing Zombie Tools. Weapons can be found under blades and retired blades.