I was born in New York City. Growing up i wasn't the best kid on the block. Constantly staying out late with friends and getting into trouble with the law. My parents sought to seek me help but it just pushed my further and further away from them. The only family I cared about was my brother Marcus Moreno. He had his head on straight unlike me. He talked of going onto college and having a good job, but for me... I had other plans. I had plans of getting away as far as possible. out of high school I got a job and left everything behind with a few friends. We went to Asia and were finally free to do what we wanted. We were visiting South Zigoria when everything went down hill. The city went into lock down. My friends panicked and ran. I was alone now... No one but me surrounded by the chaos that is now my own personal hell on earth.