Vincente had known the world before infection, after as a traveler looking for safety and now in a Survivor’s Colony. He had seen a lot and knew a lot; what it took to survive and how to put aside those things that would kill you.
Survival meant learning hunting and tracking for food. Negotiation skills for getting what you wanted, and sometimes the negotiations turned ugly. Keeping the group safe required guns, knives, and quick responses. Scars on the body came from dangerous and mundane encounters on the road. They could be great escapes, near misses or humorous stories that kept everything in perspective during long miles looking for that safe place. Scars on the heart and mind needed to be locked away lest they “do a person in.”
Yep, Vincente had seen it all, experienced more than a child growing into adulthood should have had to experience, so when he had arrived at the Black Hills Colony, he thought he had finally found safety and security.
Despite the safety and companionship of the Colony, Vincente still thought he preferred the lawless and unpredictable land outside its walls. He knew how to deal with Plague Heads, Howlers, bandits, scavengers, and worse, but the secrets he had found in the Colony were far more dangerous than anything he had encountered in the Wilds.