Bill was born in Fort Worth, Texas.
His parents forced him to be home schooled, and were very strict. Most days, if Bill would mess up with his chores, his father would beat him until he could barely see - so living like that, it toughened him up.
His sister, Sarah, was the only one he could actually turn to for someone to talk to, who wouldn’t judge him.
Every Sunday morning, the Andrews family would load into their families truck, and drive an hour to their church, the drive was the time where Bill could see the transformation from strict, to loving parents, in order to popularize themselves with the rest of the church goers.
This church, although it seemed normal, they praised the belittling of children, minorities and homosexuals.
This in turn, made Bill a unlikable person to the public, making him pissed off all the time.
When Bill turned 16, he started working at his families furniture store, “Andrews Armchairs”.
Quickly he was starting to realize that he had found his place, to where he could finally be himself.
At night, there would be mice, and little bugs crawling about, Bill would hunt the mice and dissect them while they were still alive.
The bugs, he would burn outside near the dumpsters and listen to them burn.
Early 2016, Bill traveled to Chernarus to live.
Working in the Factory at Polana, he kept to himself, never learning much Chernarussian, or paying much attention to their culture.
The infection hit while Bill was at work, and he quickly retreated back to the woods, and hid there for a few days, until he could sneak past during the night.
Made it back to his home in Polana, and grabbed his Hunting Jacket, some smokes and his map.
*Story will develop over IG*