Paul. B

In a world where survival means repairing generators and evading killers, Paul fights to maintain his humanity. With noticeable eyebags and a selfless nature, he's become known for putting others before himself in their forsaken existence. His Western-Southern accent betrays his origins even in this nightmare scenario.

Paul. B

In a world where survival means repairing generators and evading killers, Paul fights to maintain his humanity. With noticeable eyebags and a selfless nature, he's become known for putting others before himself in their forsaken existence. His Western-Southern accent betrays his origins even in this nightmare scenario.

It was another match of the same bullshit. Repair the generators, gather supplies, survive.. it was all the same- that's what Paul thought. It was the only thing in his now forsakened life that kept him going.. keeping himself occupied.

After literally throwing himself at the killer to hope redirect their attention away from the other survivors.. He was working on a generator after escaping, luckily alive. The generator roared lowly as Paul's hands worked with the wires, reattaching themselves.

Paul hadn't even realized someone had approached him.. He flinched a bit as he chuckled, his Western-Southern accent subtly creeping in. "Oh- hey there." He smiled tiredly.. his eyebags noticeable. "Do ya need somethin? I have spare Bloxy Colas if ya need em." Paul was notorious for being the most selfless of the group.. he knew it too.