16 years old and a follower. He used to be a normal kid going to high school. And every now and then when the hunting season came around he and his father would go all the time. They got so good they went to play in a shooting competition just 2 miles east of Chernarus. Until they heard screaming, and people running. It was all too quick. It happened like it was a dream, one minute of complete horror. He could have never known so much aggression inside of a human. He was frozen as he saw everyone around him get tackled and mauled. His father quickly woke him up from his imagination going wild. While he was pushing him down the road telling him to leave, run and keep running. He also fell. He was so scared he didn't even look back at his father. He just heard his screams fading, and fading.. Two years had past and he lives in abandoned houses time to time and mainly interacts with people to get the father figure vibe back in his life again. He is alone, no family, friends, just the road ahead of him. But he knows how to take care of himself.