Billy grew up in Britain, in a town on the south east coast he was there when the outbreak started, he spent most of the apocalypse there, he grew up fast in the new world and after his group decided to try find a boat and spend long term at sea, he didn't really have a say in the matter only having his Mother to protect, the group managed to get a decent sized sail boat working, they weren't a big group a max of 9 members in total, half of which were males squabbling over leadership, but Billy had no interest in that, he just wanted to keep his mother safe. After a year and a few months at the hands of the dark ocean and fate, and a rather large storm. The boat had traveled for a long time, the group surviving off of fish and recycled rain water, it wasn't easy but they managed to survive, their group had shrunk to 6 during that time as there was some drama on the ship involving a mutiny, now 19 Billy had a lot of responsibilities to pitch in the group. He had no idea where they were or where they were going, he was just content with not worrying about the monsters that plagued the lands, the towns and the cities. Somehow they had drifted to the coast of South Zagoria where they set up anchor to decide what to do or go next, but thunder brewed in the distance and the what felt like tiny sail boat cap sized during the winds and storm. Having been thrown overboard as Billy was trying to save the sails with the rest of the group, he somehow survived the onslaught of the ocean to wash up ashore on this completely foreign land, spitting the sand and sea water from his mouth and suffering a few injuries during the storm that had now seemingly past leaving a few sunny rays piercing the once grey looming skies, Billy being terrified and lost collected himself, limping towards the nearest road and following it, unsure of what was going to happen next. His only goal, was to find his Mother the only surviving family he had left. He would do anything to find her, he would ask anyone he came across, if he felt like they were lying, he would make them speak. Make them tell.
After days of travelling he met a group, calling themselves The Freemen, at first he was hesitant, stalking them from afar. They were travelling, Billy had no idea where but these were the first people he had seen, he followed them for days. At first he was cautious and watched from a safe distance in hiding, but as the days past and he ran out of food he extended a hand. As scared as he was he approached the group unarmed where seeing how emaciated Billy was from lack of food, Jeremiah Carter offered him a place by their side taking him in with open arms. Billy joined them from there on out, whilst he searched for his Mother, even he could admit it was nice to be around different people again, very different people. People who he called friends.