Hey, I'm Farmer, I'm 21 and I used to be a Firefighter on these lands before the outbreak. I was born in Myshkino but moved to America when I was 8. I moved back to Myshkino when I was 18 to help my town in fire protection. My life's mission was to help others in their time of need. I see myself playing as a hero and try and help those I come across. in the same sense, I'm also one to not be messed with. I have always enjoyed my time on these lands and have always focused on meeting others and attempting to help. My family was killed in a fire when some not so friendly people showed up to my door at Myshkino. I attempted to fight them back but I did not have enough weaponry to win. My family and I made it out but they had taken in too much smoke, they sadly perished a few days later. I had caught back up to these men and slowly slit their throats one by one in the night. It was a pain I could not take. I had found a gun on one of the men and a lot of alcohol. After finishing every bit of liquor I could find I put the revolver in my mouth pulled but the gun did not fire. I'm going to go off and attempt to make this land better so that people don't have to go through what I went through.