Hello. My name is Fish Fisherman, son of Fisher fisherman, son of Fisher the Fisherman. My family have fished in the rivers and oceans of the Ural mountains for generations, and some flesh eating zombies will not stop me fulfilling the same dream my for fathers had. 

My small fishing village near Plums farm was lucky enough to be untouched from the zombie virus, however, my family still fell to the diseases after eating contaminated fish, while I was out of town on a business trip. When i came back, they where all gone.

So here I am in the wasteland, fishing away the rest of my life. I am a peaceful man, who does not want trouble from any bandits. I can offer fresh fish food to all those who require it, and I'm seeking other friends who are just still trying to live their normal life in this horrible wasteland. 

I also have guns for sale, other food such as crops and fresh meat. I am more than happy to pay for protection from the horrible bandits you find out in the wasteland.