Henry

> *"You don't wanna underestimate me!"*
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Henry is a Ally Survivor and DEX type Support, who has the potential to be promoted to Mythical Grade.

## Background

“What the hell were you thinking, Michael?! Are you out of your mind?”
Jackson struggled to contain his anger. For months, he’d made it clear that Henry was too young to carry a weapon.
“Honey, that’s enough. We just gotta be more careful next time.” Stephanie tried her best to calm her husband down, but Jackson kept on yelling.
“A gun isn’t a toy! Your brother’s just a kid! What if he accidentally shot himself?! What if he shot one of us?!”
“You think the walkers care?”
Michael finally spoke up. Jackson and Stephanie stared at Michael in surprise. Kicking the head of a walker, Michael scowled back at them defiantly.
“Walkers don’t care if Henry’s just a kid. He should know how to protect himself.”
Henry started to walk away to somewhere he couldn’t hear them yelling at each other. His mom tried to stop him, but he shut her out. She was just going to tell him that it was dangerous and to stay put. Going around to the vacant lot behind the building, he slumped down on an empty bench and thought about how the gun had felt in his hands. Despite what his dad thought, he knew how to use a gun, kind of. Michael had told him how they worked — about ammo and how to load the chamber. He’d never fired one, but Michael said the recoil wasn’t too bad. Walkers were scary but slow. If he had a gun, Henry knew that even a kid like him could help out if they got attacked. His dad would never allow it, though. Their family had two rifles, a shotgun, and some pistols, so there was more than enough firepower to go around, but their dad wouldn’t budge on his stance that kids shouldn’t carry weapons. Even after months of living in this nightmare new world, Jackson believed things would eventually get better. And because they’d been lucky enough not to be attacked by any other survivors, he’d had no reason to change his mind. Michael had a very different view on things. According to him, things were only going to get worse, and they needed to adapt if they didn’t want to die. Henry was on Michael’s side. From where they stood, their dad needed to get a grip on reality. Henry looked up at the sky. There used to be planes flying above them all the time, but he knew he’d never see them again. Just then, he heard several gunshots.
Henry ran back to the front of the building. When he got there, he found two groups of walkers gnawing at something on the ground. Behind them, more walkers were clustered around something else. Several sporadic gunshots came from that spot. It had to be his dad. That meant the other two groups of walkers were eating his mom and brother. The noise from when they’d shot the walkers earlier must have drawn more of them here. Two walkers slowly got up and stretched out their arms to where Henry stood rooted in shock. As they lurched toward him, Henry caught a glimpse of Michael’s shoes and automatic pistol lying on the ground. The slide wasn’t pulled back, and there weren’t any empty shells nearby, so the pistol must still be loaded. Knowing Michael, there was a good chance there were twelve rounds still in the clip — maybe even thirteen if he’d been taken down before getting a shot off. Although his legs were shaking so hard he could barely stand, Henry knew what he had to do. Backing up quietly, he circled wide to avoid the two approaching walkers and grabbed the pistol.
As more walkers gathered around, Michael turned to him. The brothers only had a brief moment of eye contact before Henry sprinted away as fast as he could, gripping the gun with both hands to make sure he didn't drop it. The look in his brother’s eyes replayed in his head as he blindly ran towards safety.
About 200 yards away, he found a house that seemed safe enough and stumbled into a room on the second floor. He sat there for a while, still holding his brother’s gun. He thought about his dad telling him on his last birthday that he’d grow up one day. Henry closed his eyes and took deep, shaky breaths. Michael always told him panicking would get him killed, so Henry did his best to clear his racing mind. Then, a plan popped into his head — he would fire his first shots right there in that room.
The sound would bring the walkers there, and he could slip back to where his mom, dad, and brother were. Thinking about his family hurt more than anything, but he didn’t have time to be sad. Right now, it was up to him to put his family to rest, so they didn’t spend any more time as walkers. And more importantly, he needed those guns to survive. He could cry later.
"I think I’m finally starting to grow up, Dad.”
Henry readied his pistol like his brother had taught him.

## Skills

 61 | Special Bullet | Damage dealt to an enemy increases by up to 30% as their HP becomes lower.