Vic Goode, 33 years old. Hes from Baltimore Maryland, which is where most of his family and friends still are, alive hopefully. Vic was raised pretty sheltered, but loved. He was always scared to leave home, but he wanted to see the world and what it had to offer. Coming from a fairly poor family, he knew one way to force himself into finally traveling would be to join the service. After completing school he joined as a chef, he would cook for various boot camps before stationing overseas, that's when he was stationed at a NATO camp in Chernarus.
He loved how beautiful this place was, the rolling hills full of trees and small towns, he got to experience most of the treasures Chernarus held before the attacks happened. He was in his barracks sleeping when he was jolted awake by gunshots and screams coming from inside the walls of his camp, he looked outside and what he saw shocked him, people he knew with blood coming out of their eyes and showing their teeth like dogs, some gnawing at the flesh of others and some just bashing their own heads into walls, he couldn't believe it. he fled as fast as he could and grabbed what he could get his hands on before he escaped. Especially his cooking pot. He wasn't the best soldier considering he was only in the service as a chef. But, now that hes been on his own surviving hes learned a thing or two. Vic is hoping he can find some people that he can trust because he knows he wont survive out here long on his own.