Jeff

> *"If I die, I'm taking you with me."*
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Jeff is a Bystander Survivor and DEX type Warrior.

## Background

He suffered from PTSD rooted in acts he had committed across the ocean and a sense of fear and guilt for surviving. After returning home, Jeff was unable to comfortably socialize with others and earned himself a reputation for being a troublemaker with the local townsfolk.
Realizing at an early age that he was unable to live normally within society, he secluded himself from the rest of the world.
He moved to the outskirts of town, rejecting any form of human interaction. The only appearances he made in front of the townsfolk were his scant visits for food and other necessities.
A few years of Jeff’s were spent converting a basement into what could only be called a bunker. He was even able to make improvements to his prosthetic leg.
Reading book after book in his bunker was the greatest escape from his thoughts, and he gained knowledge in survival tactics, among a variety of other things.
It had been several decades, and Jeff was still alone with his only visitors being a pair of foxes that occasionally visited his yard and a small girl named Cindy, who lived a few blocks down. The little girl would cut through his property on her way to and from school, seemingly in hopes of greeting a pair of foxes that frequented Jeff’s property, gleefully doing so whenever they were there. On one of these days, Cindy was watching the foxes and noticed Jeff tinkering away on his bunker and became fascinated. She walked up, keeping a polite distance, and watching in silence at the whirring tools and flying sparks as Jeff worked. He felt shy at first. Jeff was not used to receiving any type of notice from another person after having been alone for so long. But he gradually became more comfortable and began to explain what he was doing to the enthralled Cindy as he hammered and sawed away. During one of these "lessons", the eight-year-old Cindy asked Jeff why he was living alone and about his experiences, and he answered her probing as best he could, leaving out certain details that he felt would be unsavory to a small girl.
When the end of the world began, the townspeople were unprepared and became victims to it, but Jeff proved himself prepared.
He locked the door and spent most of his time crafting various things. He practiced archery using his self-made bow and arrows in the event of no bullets and managed to even further improve the mobility provided by his prosthetic leg. When looking back, his life of preparing for things that might never come hadn’t changed much from before.
Not long after the apocalypse had broken out, Jeff heard a frantic pounding on his door. Taking his bow, he peered down from the upstairs window and saw Cindy and two people he assumed to be her parents. He landed an arrow in the heads of the dead that were closing in on them and made his way downstairs. Making sure the chain lock was secure, he peeked the door open to hear them out.
He learned they had been hiding in their basement but had come to ask for help after running out of food. The girl’s parents also mentioned Jeff’s underground bunker. Apparently, Cindy had told them about it. There were enough supplies to last him, at his ripe old age, until the end of his days. But rationing supplies for four people was a radically different story. With the current situation uncertain, he hesitated. Jeff felt apologetic to little Cindy as he refused to help her and her parents — the supplies would simply not hold out. Cindy’s parents scowled at Jeff in resentment, turning their backs to leave. Cindy looked behind her shoulder, a look of betrayal on her face.
The same night, Jeff had a nightmare and knew it was because he had rejected Cindy and her family. He lit a cigarette as he attempted to convince himself in his mind that he had made the right decision. They would surely have turned him away if the tables had been turned.
He attempted to go back to bed for the night, but a sudden thought again disturbed his sleep plans. They couldn’t have gone far, likely back to their basement.
Taking his prosthetic leg and a quiver of arrows, he decided going out would be better than staying in with his nightmares.

## Skills

 41 | Short Meditation | 8% HP is consumed to restore 4% Max HP every second for 10 sec.