Brody

> *"Betcha can't move now, huh."*
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Brody is a Bystander Survivor and DEX type Warrior, who has the potential to be promoted to Mythical Grade.

## Background

Feeling the inside of his bag, Brody confirmed it was empty. He was completely out of food. Defeated, he hurled it at the mob of walkers gathered against the other side of the window.
It was supposed to be an easy mission. Brody and his companion had found a little shopping district that still had food and supplies. All they had to do was fill their bags and make it back home. Simple — until the damn walkers appeared out of nowhere.
His companion had somehow managed to trip over his own feet and get eaten alive. Although Brody couldn’t see him among the walkers crowding the windows, he was sure to be out there, roaming aimlessly. What a stupid way to die. Not that Brody was one to talk. He’d be dead soon, too, from starvation. Instead of running into any of the buildings with food and vending machines, he’d locked himself inside a hardware store. Sure, the sturdy windows and doors kept the walkers out, but he wouldn’t survive long without food. For two days, he’d rationed the stale energy bars in his pack, but he’d eaten the last one this morning. If he didn’t find a way out soon, he was a goner, one way or another. He stared at the walkers through the dirty glass. Mindlessly, they pressed against the window, driven by their insatiable hunger for flesh. Brody shuddered in fear. Still, at least he was alone this time, not like that time a few months back when he and a bunch of other people had been forced to flee to a rooftop to get away from walkers. They’d had no food, and the only way down was a stairway crowded with walkers. They were stuck. Everyone knew that, barring some kind of miracle, they were going to starve to death or get eaten unless they fought their way past the walkers. But no one did a damn thing except moan about dying. They’d rather let their fear consume them than fight to live. In the end, Brody convinced some of the other men to fight. Armed with a few guns and whatever makeshift weapons they could find, they had managed to save almost everyone. But Brody could never forget how most of them had sat aside and watched, even when everyone’s lives were at stake. He found it hard to trust people after that. Now that he thought about it, this was the first time since the outbreak that he was completely on his own. There was no one around to help him. He had only himself to rely on. Realizing this cleared his mind, and he stood up.
Brody started gathering everything he could use from the store. A steel hammer could be a decent weapon against walkers, and he could use the empty beer bottles, lighter fluid, and rags to make Molotov cocktails. Luckily, someone in town had shown him how. Now he needed something to protect him from getting bitten. He spotted some football protective gear in the next room. As he picked up the helmet, a picture fell to the floor. It showed a young man with his parents holding a trophy. “Must be the owners of this place and their son.” He wiped the dust off the photo and placed it in the trophy cabinet. It wasn’t much, but it was the least he could do. Next, he taped magazines around his upper arms and forearms. After a minute, he also taped magazines around his ankles and calves. That should do it. His work boots were thick enough to keep his feet safe from getting bitten.
“Nobody’s gonna be able to chomp through these,” he muttered to himself.
Finally, he carefully placed the hammer and six Molotov cocktails in his bag and checked his sawedoff double barrel shotgun one last time. Including the two rounds in the chamber, he had a total of eight rounds. Closing his eyes, Brody went over the plan in his head. First, he would bang the door with the hammer to get the walkers' attention. Once enough of them gathered there, he would step back and shoot the doorknob. It was the only way to open the door without being run over by the walkers pressed against it. The closest walkers would come in through the door, a few at a time. He’d use the hammer to take care of them. He estimated he’d have about 30 seconds of buildup before the other walkers caved in the door. That was his chance to escape out of the farthest window, using his second shot to break the glass.
Another two seconds to reload — assuming he didn’t make any mistakes. If there were any walkers in his way, he’d toss the Molotov cocktails at them. It wouldn’t stop them from coming after him, but it might slow them down.
There was nothing else to do to prepare. It was time to put his plan into action. Brody walked to the door and banged it with the hammer. On the other side, walkers reacted to the sound with frightening groans. Stepping back, he readied his shotgun and took a deep breath. Heart pounding in his chest, he placed his finger on the trigger. This was it. This was the moment he needed to be braver and stronger than ever before — more than when he’d fought his way off that rooftop. All he had to do was shoot the door, and he’d find out if he lived or died in the next few minutes. Brody pulled the trigger.

## Skills

 61 | Ranged Blow | During combat: Immediately restores 18% of HP lost when Brody takes an offensive stance and shoulder tackles all enemies in front, dealing 200% ATK as damage and knocking them down. Restores 8% of max HP for each knocked-down enemy.