Kenny grew up on a farm in rural Indiana. Farm life was boring for him throughout his childhood, so when he was 18 he became a trucker to get out and see the world. He shipped just about anything you can think of; pop, furniture, stoves, wrecked cars, solar panels, hell he even shipped twinkies at one point. After trucking for so many years, he got a call from some buddy he grew up with. This buddy had turned out to be in the illegal drug trade, and needed someone to ship cocaine out to the far east. He didn't know or trust anybody else to ship it out in this foreign "Chernarus" place, save Kenny. Kenny saw this as an opportunity to go out and see Europe, even if it wasn't exactly clean. Besides, it's not like he didn't do a few odd jobs here and there that weren't exactly kid friendly. So his mobster friend gave Kenny a plane ticket to Chernarus, and when he arrived he was escorted by some Russian sounding guys to a ware house. They showed him around, and even gave him a new truck. Kenny would do this for a few months, but eventually found it boring. Who knew Europe could be so bland? He tried getting out, but his Chernarussian friends told him that he was going to stay there and ship trucks, or could go back to America in a body bag. So Kenny was trapped in this drug trade, shipping out product to other mobsters. He never stopped trying to find a way out, but one never really came up, that was until he started listening to the radio. Apparently some people were going feral or something, but it sounded isolated at first so he didn't give it much thought. But one night he was just driving, jamming out to some good ol' country music, when all of a sudden he crashed into something. Kenny jumped out, expecting it to be a deer or some other animal. But when he found out what it was, it horrified him. He saw a dead person reaching out to him, but it's legs were broken so it couldn't move. It looked like one of those things he heard on the radio, so he got an idea. He got a burlap bag from out of his semi, and placed it on the crawlers head. He grabbed it and hauled it into the container in the back. A perfect distraction. He drove back to the mob's ware house, and told everyone that there was a big shipment that just arrived. Kenny had a handgun on him holstered, and let the three guys open the container. They were horrified as the crawler bit the face off of one of the three, but then Kenny pulled out his gun and shot the other two. Growing up in rural Indiana, he learned how to use all sorts of guns. He let the other one scream and get eaten alive, so Kenny got into a car, grabbed some cash the mob had stored there, and prepared to leave. As he started the car, he could hear the mobster shouting that Kenny was a monster, and that he could burn in hell. This haunted Kenny as he drove away, being raised Christian and all. But hey, God would have wanted Kenny to escape anyways, at least that's what Kenny thought. As he drove towards the airport, he was shocked to find that it had been overrun with walkers. Panicking, he recalled the dieing man. Maybe God wanted Kenny to suffer for what he did, maybe this was how Kenny was to pay. He drove back the way he came, and eventually the car ran out of gas. He's walking now, and maybe you can meet him some time.