Another survivor!!! Moss!

After many days of camping in plains and hunting, Moss finally decided to come home. Sadly, he only decided to come back home, because his sniper somehow broke and didn't shoot anymore. After coming all the way back home, it was not quite the way he expected his neighborhood look like. Moss was standing few meters away from neighborhood at abandoned area that hasn't been used for years now. He took binoculars that were hanging on his neck and looked in range and saw some weird being with half head walking around mindless and they increased in numbers as more zombies started to appear from houses. Freaked out, Moss accidentally dropped binoculars breaking the glass inside of them. Moss quickly ran inside the abandoned building to hide from zombies.

"Get in!" The man yelled, slamming the door that Moss had barged open upon entering the seemingly abandoned house. He grabbed a brick from the side of the door and propped it up against the door. There was a thud from the other side.
"Special, heavy brick." The man sighed with relief, taking a lighter and cigarette packet from his pocket. He flipped the packet open, took out a cigarette, placed the packet in his pocket and lit the cigarette. He breathed in and out the smoke.
"So, another survivor, eh? And not a very tough one to boot. How did you get here?" Asked the man. Now all was calm, it was easier to see he wore a tweed coat and had messy brown hair.

"Hunting." Moss said taking a deep breath from relief that there is someone normal here. "And what happened while i was gone hunting. Those things out there didn't seem like... Can i have one cigarette?" Moss interrupted his own question asking a new one. Moss was also a smoker, he wasn't the type to care about what others say that smoking is very bad.

"Sure." The man picked out the cigarette packet from his pocket and handed it to Moss. He also handed him the lighter that was still in his hand.
"I think you'll need new weapons." He commented, placing the slightly burning cigarette upon the wooden table that lay in the centre of the room. He reached under the table, bringing out a box with 2 items in it as well as 20 bullets.

Keltec PF9 (10/10)
Damage: 5 (+1)
Ammo Capacity: 10
Max Shots per Post: 5

Knife
Damage: 10
Max Hits per Post: 3

"Remember this." He advised. He then thought for a moment as he handed the box to Moss.
"I think you should train, to learn how to defeat these things, y'know."

Moss took the cigarette the man gave him and covering lighter's flame Moss lit the cigarette taking a deep breath and taking out the cigarette blowing smoke out. "Good!" Moss stretched arm to the man with lighter to give it back and took the gun and knife with other hand. He placed knife and gun in special pockets that were placed on his belt. "Where do i train?"

"The door behind me will lead you to some training grounds. That's what I like to call them anyway." The man chuckled, putting a thumb over his shoulder to point at the door behind him with a golden doorknob. "Someone else will meet you on the other side." He commented, picking up his cigarette from the table and smoking it again.

Moss looked at the door where man was pointing at. Moss nodded and he started to walk at the door in his normal speed. After putting hand on the holden doorknob, Moss turned it opening door and going inside the training ground for some training on how to defeat these monsters.