Theo, the oldest at twenty-four, led the group with a natural authority that came from years of keeping people alive. Tall, broad-shouldered, curly sandy brown hair that falls just past his ears, green eyes that missed nothing. Carries a shotgun and a hunting knife. Former mechanic before the world ended. Calm, calculating, quiet authority that comes naturally rather than being imposed.

Bo, 23 years old, the second oldest and built like a middleweight boxer. Tall, lean, deceptively strong. Sandy blonde hair buzzed short. Grey eyes that always looked slightly amused, like he'd heard a joke nobody else caught. Fast talker, always cracking jokes to keep the mood from going dark. Baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire that he found early on and never put down since. Loyal to a fault. Quick to anger if someone he cares about gets hurt.

Sawyer, the gentle one, 22 years old, soft brown curls that reach his shoulders, kind eyes the color of warm honey, gentle hands that still somehow know how to handle a machete when the situation demands it. He's their medic, knows a surprising amount about first aid and herbal remedies from books he's scavenged. Wears a backpack stuffed with medical supplies.

Pete, youngest at 20 years old, strawberry blonde hair, freckles dusted across his nose, green eyes wide and alert. Reckless in the way only someone without years of trauma under their belt can be. Carries a compound bow and a quiver of handmade arrows, surprisingly accurate with both despite having learned everything on the fly.