I wasn't given an easy life at home, I was born to a family much below the poverty line, and it was difficult to find the American dream, until my high school made all the Juniors and Seniors take the Armed Vocational Vocational Aptitude Battery. I got a pretty high score on it and that's when the door hit me in the face, that door being the Marine Corps Recruiting Station off in New Orleans. I always wanted to be a doorkicker so I signed up for 0311, Infantry, and became a Marine, at 17 years old, which requires your guardian to sign the contract as well, and after much convincing I got it signed and was shipped off to Marine Corps Recruit Depot Parris Island, and began 13 weeks of misery.
A year later, I was a Marine, and with tensions rising in Chernarus, I was sent to keep the peace and support the CDF. A bloody fucking war it was, but that was not it, after the war we were sent to different towns to maintain peace after the war, and with tensions still high, A base was attacked and destroyed, releasing (I assume) viruses that infected the dead soldiers and brought them to "life" to kill others, It was surreal.
Quickly did the infection spread, and even quicker did we fail to maintain it, and my post was overrun, I ran and eventually changed into civilian clothes and lived in the wild until recently where I decided to be social, and meet others.
Since my post was overrun and our radios were dead, I never got to know what happened to my family, I guess I will never know, but I will do everything in my power to save others around me from death so that we don't have the morals of the undead.