Paul Miller before the outbreak was an average American single father; He and his daughter Paige lived in a single bedroom apartment; Paul lived on the couch and worked very hard to provide for his daughter as a general laborer for a building contractor. One morning, while getting in his truck, drinking his coffee he listened to the radio "...….As the conflict in Chernarus boils down the region seeks to rebuild itself, More info at 11!" Paul had not even heard of this war, so naturally he felt guilty for his first thought being about how to make some money because of it, But that didn't stop Paul from thinking it, He did some investigation for weeks into the rebuilding of the region of Chernarus, Fascinated and hungry for opportunity he reached out to one of the main development companies there to inquire about a job; a week or so passed and his phone rang.. It was them, offering a job. Too bad they we're asking him to move to Chernarus, That's a hard thing to do, especially for a man with no extra money.
Negotiations passed, and they agreed to fly him and his daughter out from Ohio to Chernarus permanently; He was offered a position because of his skills with cranes and other heavy machinery. Things we're fine, in fact, they were great for a long while. Paul was making a good living, enough to get a sizeable apartment, Paige even had her own room and Paul no longer had to sleep on a couch.
Years passed and as they did, things grew tense, the jobs we're scarce and Paul's job was no longer secure, people we're getting violent, some even going hungry all the while the war in the region began to bring itself back up from the ashes, reviving old hatred and pushing those in the name of revenge. This was all happening as there were reports of a "Strange Illness".
Paul was making arrangements to make it out of the region with his daughter when it was put on military lock-down, everyone was being directed back toward where they we're coming from, a lot of people were trying to flee the cities.. And I mean a LOT; when they were turned back into the city there was mass panic, people began looting, fighting began and soon-after there was government intervention. Things got very bad, Very quickly.
In the summer Paul was making arrangements to make it out of the region with his Paige, who had become ill, the hospitals had all but shut down and everything had begun to collapse once again. He packed her and all their belongings inside their car and tried to flee once again. This time it was far more difficult; there were full military installments in the streets, rioters and Paul even witnessed insane people eating other peoples flesh. He assumed that it was because of hunger and lack of food in the region.
They had made it to the coast. It was a cool summer night, quiet. So quiet in-fact that his footsteps seemed like cannon-fire. He rushed his half-asleep daughter to the shore and asked her to wait as he got their things, she agreed and he left to get their belongings from the car. Paul had arranged for there to be a boat just off the shore for them to be able to row out to. That's when it happened. Paige was attacked, her scream rung out through the previously silent night echoing in Pauls mind what seemed like a million times in that moment. He sprinted towards the shore, only to see a man covered in blood with little bits of his daughter in between his teeth. Paul roared with rage, bringing the man to the ground as he bashed his head with a rock repeatedly. Paul sat on the beach and stared out onto the water mourning his daughter when he realized. There was no boat.
Every since that night, Paul lived alone; never trusted people and was reverted to a very primal state of being. He lived each day just surviving out of his cabin, Scavenging the nearby towns, avoiding the freaks and other scavengers. Much time passed, Paul had lost his purpose, he lived day in and day out with the same routines, treading softly.
One morning he awoke to a scream outside his cabin, as he rushed out the door to meet the danger head on, half-dressed with his blood boiling, he realized it was too late, as he witnessed an infected rip apart another survivor right in his front yard, he sprung to action but it was all too late. Paul realised why he was here, it made him remember what he tried hard to forget. He vowed not to run or hide anymore; He found a new purpose; To save people from infected and to restore hope, To help rebuild life and beat back the outbreak one day.
And so Paul Miller roams Chernarus, Watching, Waiting.