I've spent a year and a half in university, studying mechanics. I wake up, melt metal, make things, and leave. At this rate I'll be out of here really soon. It's not exactly the most exciting life ever, but even so, I'm hardly ever bored. After every class me and my boys head down to my grampas range. I have experience in pistols, bows, rifles and shotguns.
And to be honest, I never thought I would need it.
One morning, in the middle of fixing a car, all the power on campus shut down. Curious, I looked outside at the power supply and, weird, zombies were beating the hell out of it. Thinking fast, I grabbed the nearest battery powered screwdriver, kicked out the door, and ran my butt in the exit direction.