The Zombie Apocalypse

Laura: "You don't know how to use your weapon yet. You'll hurt yourself or anyone you care about if they're nearby without meaning to. You need to learn how to use it, or else it'll bite you in the ass."

Joel: I walked up to Carmen, the only person I remembered. "Hey, what's happening? I'm really confused right now."

Laura: "Who are you?" I glared, ready to pull my gun from its holster on my back.

Carmen:
"I know how to use it. And this is Joel. He's the person I was just telling you about."

Laura: "Ah, your charge. What's your weapon?"

Joel: I frowned. "Um..." I shook my head. "Sorry, what's that again?"

Laura: "You weren't kidding when he said it was clueless." I pulled my gun out. "One of these?"

Joel: "Oh," I said. "Do I have one?"

Carmen:
I nod. "You have your knife."

Laura: "Good enough." I nodded.

Joel: "Oh yeah," I said. "But I don't know how to use it."

Laura: "For real?" I looked at him funny, and took his knife from its holster on his hip, and stabbed one of the zombies on the ground with it. "Like that."

Joel: My eyes widened, and I nodded. "Gotcha. I'll attack...those things."

Carmen:
"Zombies." I say. "Real live zombies, no pun intended."

Joel: I nodded. "Oh yeah, zombies. Okay. I'll attack those."

I can't believe I missed the zombie invasion thread. Please can I join? Please?

Name: Thomas
Age: 19
Appearance: Check out the avatar <==. The picture's me, but this character isn't. He just looks and dresses similar.
Personality: Zombies make him angry. Basically, you know that feeling you get when you wake up in the morning and its meant to be the holidays, but then your parents are all like "You need to do all of your jobs today"? Kind of halfway between anger and pointlessness? He has a similar feeling every single day. Probably because of the zombies.
Weapon: A wooden broom handle with a metal loop screwed into it near one end, with a lantern dangling from it. Doubles as a torch and a stave.
Contents of backpack: A large jar full of oranges with honey tipped in to preserve them. Several litres of UHT milk (it lasts for years). Several jars of peanut butter. Cutlery. Knives, saws, screwdrivers. A small tent. Wind-up torch, matches. Biltong (dried meat strips. It's like eating shoes, but it's good for you and lasts a long time).
Base: NOWHERE. He sleeps in trees or attics, or a long way from civilisation, as nowhere is really safe from zombies.

(I don't know what we're doing, but I guess you can join, we haven't really done a whole lot.)

((Brilliant))
Thomas swaggers down the street, lantern pole across his shoulders, glaring at the shop windows. In the street ahead, he spots a group of people, and strides towards them.

((What time is it? Night? Day?))

(I think it's night.)

Joel: I looked up. "Someone's coming." Then he was in front of me. "Um...hi."

Thomas nods his head slightly. "Name?"

Joel: "Uh...Joel, I think. I don't remember."

(He has amnesia right now.)

"Joel." Thomas repeats it back to him, then extends a hand. "Thomas."

Joel: I nodded and shook his hand. "Thomas," I repeated.

"Indeed. And who are these two?" Thomas gestures to the two girls.

Joel: "One of them is Carmen and the other is Laura."