"Man, live sure ain't very good any more wit' all these dead people. Damn nabbit rabbit. Well, let me tell you a little bout me and my bruther"
It's a simple little story, really. Me and my brutther spent our early years roaming with ma. Pa had passed bout when we were three and we didn't have much, 'specially without no other family members in a position to help us, though they tried their damnedest. From Virginia to Florida, From Florida to Alabama....Missouri......Mississippi....Tennessee.... Arkansas.....Louisiana... Texas..... It was constant moving. We didn't mind too much, being young and all - it was just the way of life for us. We did miss not being able to form connections with friends as long, but it just made our bond stronger. 'Bout when we were eleven or ten, our grand daddy died. Turns out, he left mama his farm.
We lived there for a few years - We really took to the art of farming. While mama had given us the full country family education y'know, farming, hunting, and fishin'.... We hadn't really known how the big farms work. We kept truckin though, and by the time I was eighteen.... I was a little less into the farmin' then my bruther, so I took up a job in the county sheriffs department. It took some hard work but I finally made it as a sheriff deputy. My bnruther and me were drifting a little apart cuz' I was away a bunch so we decided to reconnect on a huntin' trip.
We went on a huntin' trip to the old chernarus. Goood forests but, looks like we done messed up and gots in the zombie apocalypse... dang nabbit....