My name is Aaron Stevenson. I was born in Cincinnati, Ohio. My father was always in between jobs and he had us moving around the country chasing some dream of his. When I was about 8 my mother was sick of my father and sick of moving around. She left us in the middle of the night. All she left was a note saying, “Don’t try and find me”. When I was about 17 my father had this idea to move us to Nyheim. He said he found this “great” job on a fishing boat. We moved there and he lost that job within the first week. He got drunk and mouthed off to the wrong people. He wanted to go back to the states after that. I was done with that life. I did what my mother did and left. I was almost and adult at this point and thought I could make my own choices. I was homeless for a short while until some kind people I met took me in. They treated me as their own. It was an elderly couple named Fredrik and Anna. I got a job and decided to stay with them to help them out. When the pandemic hit they both had false positives and were taken away. I wasn’t home when this happened so thankfully I wasn’t taken. Eventually my town was overrun and I was on my own.