His name is Cletus Ramon. When he turned 17 he joned the SC National Guard. He signed up for four years as an infantryman.He grew up in the back woods of South Carolina. He came across hard times after he left the Guard. He ended up signing an a deal with a mercenary company to earn enough to clear his debt. He did six months of armed security for convoys and checkpoints in Syria. Then one night the infection hit.He was manning a check point half a mile from the FOB. A large mob of people was massing toward the checkpoint. After firing a burst of warning shots the mob charged them. Once the mob was dealt with, the checkpoint lost contact with base. Him and the rest of the guys mounted up and gunned it towards base. The closer they all got the louder they heard the screams,both living and infected. Gun fire was all round inside the FOB. By the time that they reached the gates only the screams of the infected could be heard. The men inside the MRAP all looked at eachother, not knjowing what to say. So we drove the MRAP until the gas ran out. After weeks of traveling he hit a coastal town. The town had a ferry with a sign reading "Elektro". The ferry had a group of people on on it. He saw it as a sign for a fresh start. He looked at the men he has been traveling with and said goodbye and parted ways. On the way to Elektro he drew up ways to earn a living. He is thinking about doing security work. There must be traders looking for extra hands. Maybe even a small settlement looking for extra security guards.