Born in the swamps of alabamer skeeter lived a wonderful southern life. He and his large 23 person family lived off the land and did what they could to get by, whether it was legal or not. Skeeter was a prideful child, and took it upon himself to be one of the main men of his family, since he was the oldest of his siblings. As Skeeter grew into a man he honed his hunting skills in the swamp, killing gaters and snaring them ringtailed coons, he was a force to be reckoned with. Although the swamp had everything they needed to survive, some things had to be gathered in town for supplies the swamp couldnt provide, skeeter needed a way to get money. Luckily his family had been running stills in the swamps for generations, and the moon shine he made could buy him enough ammo to last a lifetime, and one of them tv boxes to watch the news. Well long story short skeeter bought himself that fancy tv box he saw that there was some sort of commotion over in chernarus, he knew he had to help. He figured if them undead folk were anything like them gaters he had to shoot em dead. So he volunteered himself in his local town to help overseas with the crisis. Thats where his story began.