When I was a boy I had lost my dad at eight. I had to rely on myself and only myself as my mother was a druggie and I had no other siblings. My high school years were rough as I was a loner and I had problems controlling my own anger, I always got in a lot of fights and proved to others that I was stronger. I started working out regularly at the age of 14 years old, and I always knew I wanted to be a ranger for the Marine corps. My goal of being a ranger kept me going every day until I made it to my dream. I worked for the marine for over ten years, when one day I was getting moved to Japan. I took two flights and one of the flights stopped by Russia. The next flight wasn't for another two days, so I waited near a place called Chernarus and propped my self in a town called Novaya Petrovka where I stayed a few nights. I later found out the airports were having problems with flights and it pissed me off. I stayed inside for two days browsing the internet so I decided to go outside and suddenly saw a crowd of people in shock overseeing a man with rashy skin and bloody eyes spinning in circles acting crazy, I decided to confront the man and he suddenly started to act hostile swinging at me opening his mouth, I took his head and snapped it as he was just flaying his arms. The group of people started panicking saying that this was the end and people started getting worried, but the cops were out of sight and there was no cellular service. The streets started getting flooded with people and the infected so I fled with just shoes, my pants, and a red hoodie. I knew I would have to get out of here and fast.