"Well, ain't I gone far? Things sure have changed since me and mah bruther lived back home......Well shucks, maybe I should tell yah a little bout that. Whaddya reckon?"
It's a simple little story, really. Me and my brother spent our early years roaming with ma. Pa had passed bout when we were three and we didn't have much, 'specially without no other family members in a position to help us, though they tried their damnedest. From Virginia to Florida, From Florida to Alabama....Missouri......Mississippi....Tennessee.... Arkansas.....Louisiana...Texas.....It was constant moving. We didn't mind too much, being young and all - it was just the way of life for us. We did miss not being able to form connections with friends as long, but it just made our bond stronger. 'Bout when we were eleven or ten, our grand daddy died. Turns out, he left mama his farm.
We lived there for a few years - We really took to the art of farming. While mama had given us the full country family education y'know, farming, hunting, and fishin'.... We hadn't really known how the big farms work. We kept truckin though, and by the time I was eighteen.... Well, I kind of even almost dropped out of school a few years back to take on farm work full time - Barely made it through.. Hunting was fun and all, but farming was my real passion. I could see my future there and my mama could see it too - I don't know if my brother saw it though, he did it and he did it well, but not with as much passion as me. I always thought he still had ta discover himself, but who knows? I was real proud of my bruther when he became a deputy.
We went on a huntin' trip to the old chernarus. Goood forests but, looks like we done messed up and gots in the zombie apocalypse... dang nabbit....