Born to a household of "doomsday preppers", the 35-year-old May Butler grew up being taught an array of survivalist skills suitable for the end of the world. A firm believer in her parents' sentiments as well as her parents themselves, May was crushed when they both died within months of each other in her late 20s.
One does not collect an array of survival gear or go through intensive training and education regimens without a little money, and May used her parent's left-behinds to escape urban life, feeling stuffy and overwhelmed, and situate herself in the middle of nowhere, central Europe around the beginning of her 30s. She sought little company and aimed to live off of the land, only venturing into small, rural towns to trade, barter or temporarily work for what she found she needed. She lived a solitary life, and found contentment in it, until the outbreak.
May was skinning a deer in camp when a rabid, violent individual stumbled into her clearing and charged at her. Managing to subdue the person, May discovered they were unresponsive and harbouring lethal wounds that they did not care for. It was during this time that a group of people in gas masks came upon her, having followed the creature's trail. May spoke no language but her own, and fled her home when they pointed weapons at her and started shouting. She ran East until she finally came upon our local Chernarus and began building life anew, only the clothes on her back having come with her from camp.