Let's play as an insane Redneck!
Stats:11STR/8DEX/4INT/10PER
Traits:Trigger Happy, Psychopath,Self Aware,Robust Genetics, Weak Stomach.
I hope that the math is right.
Still have an extra three points, so you're good. Stated as a "Lumberjack" (most "redneck" profession I could find), and in a cabin (most "redneck" place I could find) Let us begin:
You were born to poor parents. You were home-schooled. Your parents taught you the values of bigotry and ignorance.
To you, all problems can be simplified to matters of race, skin color and funny accents. Since you were young, you enjoyed taking apart small animals. Dissecting them and trying to keep them alive for as long as possible as you "explored" their inner workings. You kept this a secret from your parents, especially since they viciously beat you whenever they felt like it (which was always).
When adulthood came, your...predilections led to catastrophe. No longer able to keep your pangs at bay with what little you could find the forests, you moved on to larger game. Your parents came first. You enjoyed it.
Then another. And another. You were finally complete; quenched. But you were also sloppy. Pigs caught on to you, searched for you. You hid in the woods. Built a cabin. Waited.
Occasionally you went to town to get fresh supplies and news. The search to find you intensified. Twice, you were almost caught. And then the world ended, and you knew that this was a sign. A revelation from up on high; permission to cleanse this world.
But first, you need supplies. You are still in your cabin:
What will you do?