My name is SSGT Duke Reeder, or at least that's what they called me before the SHTF. I have served for the past 8 years as a demolitions expert in the Force Recon division of the U.S.M.C. My company’s main goal was to pin point a terrorist group in northern Georgia and report on its locations and habits of traffic. During a night recon and scout mission I was abducted after an I.E.D destroyed my team's Humvee, and after 4 days of being relentlessly tortured I managed to strangle my 2 captors with the vintage soviet manacles I had broken when they slept in their drug and alcohol induced stupor. After I was free I decided to make my way back to the F.O.B and let them know of my endeavors. But when i arrived all i found was an empty building and old Humvee tire tracks. Little did I know that when I left that day I would never be coming back. So it's been about a month since I've left and times have definitely been rough. I've been scavenging wild zucchinis and I've been fortunate enough to come across a vacant peach grove. I traveled to this area because I thought I could make my way back home during the chaos of what was happening in South Zagoria. All I had heard was that there were uprisings. I mean they told us at the F.O.B that the commies were killing each other over meager rations and penny-less coffers again, but leave it to good ole Uncle SAM to keep the wool over your eyes... So as you can see I didn't know much about what to expect in the coming days. I can tell you now I wish I would have stayed in Georgia in that empty F.O.B. At least when I had to kill there the people stayed dead. In my recent days I have learned that a human's will to survive is great in extreme circumstances. So here I stand with a Will of Iron ready to survive. OORAH!