The creature is not a man, but a zombie, if a relatively intact one. Still the sunken eyes and bloodless unhealed wounds on his face and hands make his undead nature apparent He has long dusty dreadlocks, a lean and muscular physique, and a sun-baked complexion marked by a scar across one cheek and a large tattoo of a cross on his forehead.
He wears battered leather armor, worn gloves, and wears a short blunderbuss on one hip and a long knife on the other. His hair and beard are unkempt, adding to his disheveled appearance.
He has been grievously wounded by his captors, so much so that even the famed vitality of the undead is strained. One arm has been almost torn away and hangs by scraps of skin. A great wound in his torso seeps liquid bile. Both his knees appear broken, splinters of bone juts out from his kneecaps and he seems barely able to walk.
However his first words to you are surprisingly are
"How is the Interceptor? Is she still drivable?"