Long before the outbreak our father Hans Anderson went to Chernarus for a woman. This however was not our mother, Anastasiya Mikhailov our new mother was the woman our dad left the United States for.
We were too young to remember, me Jackson and my twin brother Jaiden. We were raised in Chernarus at a time when the civil war was brewing. We had hard lives not much to our name, our dad owned a farm and we did all the work he needed us to do.
From age 5 we had to do almost everything around the farm, feed the stock, wash the barn, carry our products. It was a very hard life.. Our father didn't make things easier he beat us, shouted at us and sat his fat ass on the couch with his beer. He called us retarted and sayd we would never amount to anything.
But that misery ended when the civil war started, my father died in one of the many fights happening around that time. Things didn't really get easier however, our mother took over the tyranny our dad brought upon us. She even used an iron rod to scar us for life.
Then our mother met another guy from the States. Because we were struggling with money, our mom took the path of welfare and decided to leave us for a guy with future. She promised to see us once a month, but sooner or later she had kids with them and it seemed like she loved them more than she ever loved us.
We were left alone in Chernarus, and decided to roam around the land looking for help. At this point we were 21 years old and headed East looking for work at the coast. While traveling east we came across a lot of people who were heading in the opposite direction. We asked why they were all going away from the coast. And that's when we found out about the outbreak of the virus. Now we're 23 still roaming also on the run from infected and still living on the edge of death.