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What's your name?: Neil. Bernhart, if we're getting all touchy-feely.
Male or female?: I would be very underdeveloped if I were a female. That'd be tragic.
How old are you?: Twenty-one.
Are you known by any other name?: Probably, but none of them smell as sweet as plain ol' Neil.

Were you born in the United States? Where? If not, please specify.: I was born in Nebraska. I literally moved away from home, what, a month before all this went down? Philadelphia lost its charm quite quickly after that.
Where are you now?: I just dragged my sorry ass into the Compound.
How did you get to/will you be getting to the Compound?: I wasn't the only person who felt a general lack of brotherly love in Philly after the quarantine, so a group of us tried to make it to New York City. There was chatter about places like the Compound, so we figured it was worth a shot. I'm arriving here by myself, so that sort of indicates how smart our plan was. Fuck knows how I'm not like them, making a pass at your brain.
Where were you a year ago?: Back in Nebraska. I was busy rocking plaid shirts and rolling around in the hay and shit. This guy I knew was teaching me how to be a badass bartender, since I dropped out of school and needed some sort of bankable skill. Whole lot of good martini shaking does me now.

What were you up to before the quarantine?: I was still trying to figure out what to do with myself. It's kind of a cliche, actually, but I was trying to find some path that would fit who I was. School was alright, I guess, but taking courses in Omaha just felt monotonous and wasteful, so I dropped that pretty fast. Being a bartender was appealing simply because I wasn't old enough to legally drink at the time. That, and it's pretty easy to meet people when you're the guy making their drinks. A lot of the time, I was just looking for excitement. Hell, I remember thinking once that I'd like a good adventure. What the fuck was I thinking, seriously?
What have you been doing since then?: Since the quarantine? I've been doing what everybody else has been doing. I mean, who isn't going to hear that question and automatically say that they're trying their best to survive? Sure, answers may vary, but that's the big, bold-faced, triple-underlined goal everybody with a pulse shares these days, right?
What do you miss most about life before the quarantine?: Vapid consumerism. I miss being able to drive to Walmart and pick up a nice, new shirt and a bag of pretzels without worrying about having some important part of my anatomy bitten off. And my family. I didn't even like them that much back when I lived with them, but now I don't even know if they're alive, dead, stuck in the middle, or all...vaporized. So I miss them too. Oh, and Girl Scout cookies.
What don't you miss?: Asparagus. I don't miss traffic. Oh, or this one couple that came to the bar every night for a month, trying to convince me to partake in some kinky manage et tois thing. Do not miss that couple.

Describe your build.: Pretty average? I mean, I'm thin, but I've got some height, so I guess I balance out to end up in the average category. Apparently I'm a fast runner, so I am not complaining about my build at all.
Describe your hair.: It's very unruly. Then again, I couldn't cut my own hair if my life depended on it, so it has gotten longer than I would prefer. My hair is too long, floppy, and brown. What else shall I say about my hair, honestly?
Describe your eyes.: They're brown. Very exciting, I know.
Describe your personal style of clothing.: I'll wear what I can find. Since leaving Philly, that has meant neutral, close-fitting stuff. I blended in and didn't leave much fabric for roaming hands to grab onto. Clearly, I'm a crafty devil, staying alive and all that. Or that's all I could find. Whichever.
Describe any tattoos, piercings or identifiable marks.: I have a pretty cool burn scar on my left forearm, but that's about it.

Do you have any physical handicaps?: I'd probably be dead at this point if I did.
Do you speak languages other than your native tongue?: I can count to ten in German. High school did me a lot of good, as you can tell.
Are you alone? If so, why?: Not anymore. I was for a while, though. Not by choice, of course, but sticking with my party would've been unwise after they all got chunks bitten off.
Do you have a talent/skill that will be helpful to the survival of a group?: I'm fast and I'm quiet? I mean, I don't know how handy that actually is in a group, but by myself, it made all the difference.
What are you doing to pull your weight at the Compound? I just got here, so nothing yet. I hear scouts are needed, though, so we'll see.
What is your weapon of choice? Does it have a name?: I don't know how well I stack up in terms of kicking ass and shit. I know how to shoot a gun, which is always helpful, but I'm not too keen on making that much noise to take a zombie down.
Have you had any notary zombie encounters?: Who hasn't? I'd love to crawl beneath the rock they've been living under.


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