Name - Piermont "Piney" Winston Age - 67 Gender - Male Role - Gunman, loyal friend, mechanic, motorcyclist. Background - "Kentucky born an' raised!" This was one of Piney's many chat up lines. Before Vietnam he was quite the lady's man. He saw his fair amount of action and served with 8 other soldiers who impacted his life. After 'Nam, they setup a gun-running motorcycle gang in Muldragh, often cruising up to West Point diner on their bikes. They had established a number of gun caches over Kentucky, it wasn't uncommon for crates to have an extra gun or two - so each member was well trained to say the least. Piney's main gun was his glock, he could take out a pigeon from 200 metres with his piece. It wasn't long before their brotherhood became a well known black market for automatic rifles and blades. The members of the group soon found themselves proficient in assault rifles and defended themselves during trades a number of times. However, one day they didn't receive a signal from HQ. They called the people they were supplying with weapons, fearing the worst. Expecting no answer, they were wrong - "Piney?... Man... people are changing... they're tearing eachother in half... run, while you can!~" blood curdling screams emitted from Piney's transceiver. Piney grabbed his 9mm and a hammer, ready to take on the apocalypse... =3 weeks later= "I feel like you are my brothers, I can trust y'all! I'd be happy to join the militia... even in my old age." - Piney
