I'm Maxwell Benett, but most people just call me Max. i was born in Alberta, but when i was five my folks finally spent every last dime to move to North Vancouver for a better life, voted most livable city in North America. But downtowns an entirely different story. Take one wrong turn, and you'll end up in the worst place in North America. People drop dead in the streets from heroine overdoses, and crackheads will try to kill you for ten bucks. prick yourself on one dirty needle, and you're dead. oh yeah, and it costed 2500 a month for a one bathroom one bedroom basement suite, for three people. And it didn't help that my father would spent what little money he made on booze. When i was fifteen i became a crack dealer, and trust me, in the fourteen years i spent in that shit-hole that was the least bad thing i did. I did some unforgivable things to live, but i had two rules "Do what you need to, to survive no matter the cost" and "Always lookout for friends, leave no man behind". this one time, me and my buddy Rich went to some guys house who robbed our buddy, and we beat him crowbars, stole all his shit, and just left and didn't look back. when i turned 20, everything changed, i met a girl who turned my upside-down world right-side up. it wasn't easy but i got out of the game for her, and soon after that, we got married. we had one son, we decided we couldn't raise him here, he couldn't turn out like me. we thought we'd start a new life in the United Kingdom, and we lived in London for six years. For the first time in my life i was truly happy, but i guess i'm just not meant for that kind of life. When the outbreak hit we tried to drive to the Winchester, and find a boat. but on the third day of driving, we saw another survivor. we had space, so we picker her up. I must have the worst luck in the world because she robbed us for everything but the clothes on our backs. She killed us, that car was everything. without the car, we have no supplies, and no way to get to Winchester. i wasn't going to lay down and die, i went back to my two rules, except now its "Do what you need to, to protect your family, no matter the cost". and the cost was almost always someone else's life, innocent or guilty, doesn't matter to me, as long as my people are alive. My wife and child didn't like any of this, they couldn't see the bigger picture. over the coming days they grew to hate me, until one night, i woke up, and they were gone. i spent 6 days looking for them. i found them, or what was left. so i got on a boat, and i sailed. No destination, and only enough food to last a couple of days. i wasn't planning on coming back. But then again, it seems fate has a different plan for me. a storm got me shipwrecked in St. Petersburg, Russia. i joined a bandit gang first day, and i don't know why, but i felt at home in my new family. We robbed this guy that told us if we wanted some real loot, we should head to Chernarus, and that's exactly what we did. what that prick didn't tell us is that the CDF had the place under their heel. i was the only one that survived sneaking in. and ive been here ever since.