The name's Beckett Hendricks, but everyone close to me usually just calls me Beck. So when I was young, my parents split, and they got split custody over me and my brother Brody. Him and mom stayed in New York, while dad and I moved to England. It was extremely difficult to deal with at such a young age, but I always stayed in touch with them, and our parents remained good friends over the years. Fast forward to a couple years ago: Brody comes to visit, and planned to spend 3 weeks here. He even made a few comments about moving which I couldn't have been more excited for.
Then, the outbreak occurred. We were lucky enough to survive the initial onslaught of infected hordes, escaping populated areas and searching for places to hole up for a while. We always stayed on the move, on our way east in hopes of finding anything that still had some semblance of civilization. Over the years, the bandits have gotten worse, the resources have gotten thinner, the infected don't seem to be dispersing at any noticeable rate... On our journey, we've not met many friendly folk, but as we've ventured farther this way, we have heard chatter of Chernarus, that it's a relatively decent place to live with a handful of great people. So we're getting close, should be there any day now..