"They call him the bushwhacker. Some say he is the baddest of the bad in all of Texas. I've never seen him myself but I know he is out there. Ain't nobody more red white and blue than the bushwhacker. " "You mean Billy?"
"Huh? Billy ain't no bushwhacker."
"Hell yeah he is, Billy 'bushwhacker' Marsh."
"So you're tellin' me, my cousin Billy Marsh singlehandedly captured that big ol' bear that attacked Grandma Marsh?"
"You best believe i'm tellin' you that."
"And you mean to say the Billy Marsh I grew up with who would chew on tree bark when he was five also singlehandedly shucked fifteen ears of corn every minute for thiry minutes, so that's . . . uh one hundred fifty ears of corn!"
"That's right Billy done did that."
"So you're tellin' me that Billy Marsh is the bushwhacker of San Antonio?" "Yep." "So you're sayin' our Billy left, all the way across that big ol' lake known as the North Atlantic Ocean, all the way to Turkey or somethin' to get to Takistanley to get some oil so we could pay for Grandma's new house?"
"That's right, that's our Billy."
"Well by golly gosh darn it I ain't ever known that 'bout Billy."
Billy "Bushwhacker" Marsh, he sure is something. You won't meet anymore more American than this guy and he is after one thing, oil. Billy had left his lovely home in Texas to find oil. It may have not been the most solid plan but Billy don't care. His plan was to get some oil, sell it and then pay for Grandma Marsh's house and maybe spend a little on himself. Again not the most solid plan but regardless Billy is a motivated guy and really gave it a horses kick of a try.
Shortly before the outbreak he left for Turkey. His plan was to fly to Turkey and stay with Aunt Cornelia. She was a little strange, but the family loved her. She moved out to Turkey for her love of Istanbul. While there Billy may or may not have gotten in trouble in a massive bar fight and tossed in jail. He would have gotten out sooner but Billy had a bit of a mouth on him. He's an American nationalist, it didn't help him out at the time. He didn't suffer though, every Sunday auntie Corn (Cornelia) would bring him boxes of food, and knitted clothes.
He was locked up for quite a while and when he was just getting close to being a free man the infection had reached Istanbul. He was forgotten for a while. He sat in his cell nice and safe but alone. He could hear the chaos outside until eventually it was eerily quiet.
He wasn't really sure what was goin' on but he was ready to get outta there. Good thing auntie Cornelia is a bit of a bad egg herself. She smuggled in a chisel, a hammer and a screw driver for Billy to use on the cell door. Eventually Billy was free. Got himself a boat and started on the Black Sea on his way to Takistan.
While on the open sea his boat took a turn for the worst. It had a leak in the lower deck and he ran out of fuel. In the distance though, his saving grace. Another ship. So his first thought "Ima shoot at 'em to get their attention!" So Billy shot, and they shot back. Billy hid thinkin' "What the hell did I do to you?" While hiding the boat approached thinking they had killed him. When he came out of cover he was almost killed.
After an hour or so of talking and debating they let him aboard the ship known as the "Pucciarati." They were drug smugglin' money grubbin' big time criminals like out of those western movies. Billy was on board! He ain't a big drug kind of guy but he wouldn't mind some money and a good thrill ride. They also told him they'd bring him to Takistan.
Billy cruised with them for a while till he ended up in Chernarus with them. Regardless he is still after oil and doesn't really understand where he is. As said before, it's not the best plan but he is driven. He will find oil no matter what. People are dependin' on him. He's gotta do it, for Grandma.