Axel

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Axel is a Neutral Survivor and STR type Tank, who has the potential to be promoted to Mythical Grade.

## Background

“Yeah. This is the life.”
He put his plow down on the ground and looked up at the sky so that he could appreciate the feeling of accomplishment he got from creating life from the soil.
Meanwhile, in the east corner of the prison, Lori was checking the generators. Pleasantly surprised by the good condition they were in, she started fantasizing about what she could do once they were fixed—getting the projector working to watch movies or taking a hot shower. Soon, her sweet daydreams were interrupted by the stinking stench of rotting dead. Assuming the smell was from the dead that had already been dealt with but not cleared out yet, she started walking toward the smell and found her presumption to be completely wrong. She spotted a few walkers roaming around the wires that encompassed the generators. She drew back from them quietly, trying not to provoke them. It was then that the stench started to provoke her morning sickness. Irritated at herself for the bad timing, she tried not to gag, but trying was certainly not enough. Soon she began vomiting loudly. Stimulated by the sound, the walkers started moving toward Lori. The wires behind the generators couldn’t hold the weight of the incoming walkers. A few seconds after they started to bend, the wires collapsed. Instinctively, she reached for her pistol that she kept in a holster at her waist, but it wasn’t there. Then, she realized that she hadn’t brought the gun as she couldn’t keep the holster secure around her growing belly. Screaming, she started running toward where her people would be as fast as her pregnant body allowed.
“Lori?”
Hershel said, when he spotted her running toward him out of breath. He was out delivering some water to Axel, as he was working in the garden all day. Lori pointed to where she just came from, struggling to catch her breath. She snatched the water bottle from Axel’s hand and chugged it. When she had calmed down a bit, Lori added hurriedly.
“Walkers! There are still more of them! They're coming this way!”
“How many?”
“Not sure exactly, but quite a few.”
After Lori's warning, Hershel took his shotgun from his waist. Eight rounds sat in his ammo belt.
“Can you help me?”
Hershel asked. Nodding, Axel looked around to see if there was anything he could use. Fortunately, he spotted multiple objects on the ground that he could use as a weapon. He picked up some shackles that had been used in the prison back in the day. The walkers Lori mentioned were soon in sight. There were a few shy of twenty. Axel and Hershel started to take them down one or two at a time. Axel crushed the walkers’ heads by swinging the shackles. In the meantime, Hershel blasted their heads with his sawed-off shotgun. To prevent their weapons from hurting each other, they distanced themselves and carried on with their attacks. With his shackles in hand, Axel literally squashed the walkers' brains until he heard Hershel’s scream. He turned his head to check on Hershel. Having slipped on the walkers’ blood, Hershel lay prone on the ground. Two walkers were approaching him. His gun’s chamber was open, and he was in need of Axel’s immediate help. After throwing his shackles at the walker in front of him, he picked up a grated door that had been used for a prison cell from the ground and pushed it as hard as he could to keep the walkers at bay. The grated door slid right in between Hershel and the walkers, serving its original purpose—separating the two and securing his safety. The barred door soon thwarted the walkers’ advancement. Axel gave Hershel a big smile. In return, however, Hershel panicked. He hurriedly loaded his gun and tossed it to Axel. Realizing that he was in danger, Axel turned back as soon as he grabbed the shotgun. A walker, with its mouth open, was about to bite him just a foot away. He put the muzzle in its mouth and pulled the trigger. The attacker’s head exploded into pieces. Axel extended his hand to Hershel, who was still on the ground. Relieved, Hershel grabbed his hand.
The following day.
Axel had returned to his gardening when Rick came to him. Hershel’s shotgun and a bottle of liquor were in Rick’s hands.
“I heard about yesterday,” Rick said, calling him over.
Rick handed the whiskey to Axel. Axel held and admired the bottle.
“I haven’t seen whiskey for a very long time.”
“Let me be honest with you. I didn’t trust you before. You were a prisoner, after all.”
“That’s understandable. Especially considering you have a family.”
Axel answered, smiling back at Rick. He didn’t end up opening the bottle even after admiring it for a while. Rick then gave him Hershel’s shotgun and the ammo belt.
“This is from Hershel.”
Axel knew what the gift meant. It was a symbol of trust from these people. He put down the bottle and took the gun.
“Will you take care of everyone when I’m not around?”
Nodding, Axel placed the ammo belt around his waist. Looking at him, Rick asked.
“Anything else you want...?”
After mulling it over for a second, Axel answered.
“I know this is out of the blue, but I’d love to have a fishing rod. I once overheard that a guard had caught fish near here. I’d love to catch some as well. You know, the prison never had any fresh fish.”
Axel replied, chuckling. He then turned away from Rick and grabbed his plow. He thought about how he might be able to harvest some tomatoes soon. He started to feel delighted at the thought of being able to do things now that he had never done before. Hoping that he could earn more trust from these people and accomplish everything he wanted to do, he headed back to the garden.

## Skills

 61 | Trust me! | During combat: Axel restores 4% missing HP every sec.

## Recommended Gear

Axel is a decent Survivor for all modes. It's recommended to leave his Personal Gear below level 10 or get it to level 10 and give him the Asyl's Luxury Supplies or Asyl's Best Helmet as Special Gear.