The Italian brute would be resting in a tent he had found near the diner that he claimed as his own. Sweet dreams of how he expected life to be if he were every to get out of prison. The life he dreamed of inside before the outbreak which aided him to eventually escape those walls he had been damned to die within. But as most dreams went, it quickly took a turn for the worst ending up with him being caught and sent back to prison, which was the only thing that haunted him daily. He was back in the same cell with the same room mate, doomed for all eternity as the correctional officer he had killed came wandering through the corridoors in a tone he was all too familiar with. “Cells open. Get the fuck up bitches its a roll call,” he heard as the voice got nearer to him as all the cell doors swung open. The large white male would now stand infront of Jalen’s cell with a twisted grin on his face looking like he had just climbed out of the bloody mess Jalen had left him in. “Dicaro!” he would call out, causing to Jalen to wake up from his nightmare in a panting sweat as he looked around to notice he was still a free man, although the living conditions were nearly the same as prison. A hard bed, cold nights, and no women. Hazel eyes darted around the tent as he struggled to comfort and calm himself. “no I’m never going back,” he mumbled as he wiped his eyes. Jalen would stiffen as he heard footsteps outside of his tent. He quickly moved to a crouching position and reached for his hatchet. He would remain still, silently waiting to see if they would speak or atleast bypass. After a moment of silence Jalen relaxed and let out a sigh, dropping his hatchet on the ground as he prepared to go back to sleep before a rotting hand ripped through his tent and lunged at him. “Zombieeee!” he would yell as he reached for the hatchet and sliced a hole in the tent to escape from the other side. he would quickly scan the area noting two zombies ravaging through his tent while another came straight at him. Jalen swung his hatchet fiercly removing the head from one zombie before kicking him in the chest and sending him hurdling to the ground. he would quickly turn his back to notice he had completely miscalculated how many zombies had been ravaging through his tent. He would quickly take steps back, counting four zombies altogether. Jalen would growl as one neared him reaching out to grab hin, swinging his hatchet swiftly ad removing one of his rotting limbs. Jalen would then run around them and head for the a nearby shed, locking the door behind him and resting by a window, hoping the zombies would leave him be or perhaps find another target. He wouldn’t dare look out of the window because he didn’t want to expose himself. The brute was panting hard, struggling to control his breathing and relax. After a moment of relaxing he was sure he had lost them. But as soon as that thought crossed his mind another infected smashed his hand through the window and grabbed Jalen by his arm cutting it open. “Ahh fuck!” he would yell as he quickly chopped off the other arm of the hostile zombie as it used Jalen as leverage to pull himself in. Jalen would quickly unlock the window and open it, causing the zombie to get stuck in the window and causing quite a bit of damage to its torso. He would grab the nearest dresser and slide it up against the window, crushing the remains of the zombie, and he would proceed to do the same with any other furniture he could fid to board up all entrances. Being a free man was no walk in the park now but it sure beat being on deathrow.