I am Bo "Tainted" Davis.. A Expelled American Military Vet.. Most of my life has been anything but humble, but I was not prepared for the struggles that I had to face during the days the world went to shit.. We are still here though.. Humanity has survived. Some how, but its not over yet.. I was on a boat heading back home when a storm broke and the passenger ship I was on started taking on water.. It wasn't long before it was obvious I had to bail.. I ended up here , with nothing.. Didn't know where to go or what to do.. Scared and alone I made my way into the forest, taking up the only thing I was good at. Land survival that I learned growing up.. My military background also added to that knowledge along with keeping me on high alert.. The dead are everywhere and we must stay vigilant.. I have lost everything.. My wife, my kids, everyone I have ever known.. They are all a memory.. I still think about them everyday, its hard to carry on with out them.. These years fighting the dead have made me a harder man and I must fight to maintain the values that we once had as a people.. My brothers in arms used to call me "Tainted" Being in the special forces I was trained by the best.. BUT at the same time I new a lot about the streets.. I smoked weed and snorted coke as if it was a hobby.. Although I was a good guy kept my family fed and with a roof over there head.. I always seemed to find myself stuck in bad situations.. Guess you could say always at the wrong spot at the wrong time.. I was expelled from the Marines because I was caught with weed multiple times.. Thus nicknamed Tainted.. I regret taking that vacation with my brother.. He didn't survive the freezing water when the ship went down.. And everything I ever knew went down with them.. Now its Chernarus.. The Dead, and personal Grit
After being left alone for over 2 years and roaming.. Never really settling down I came across a few individuals, that had the same mind set as me and before long we had a little place of our own.. A brotherhood that felt like family.. its been awhile since I felt that feeling.. I thought I would never feel it again.. We scavenge together, roam together, eat together, and live together.. We have our ups and downs and like family we argue and get emotional.. But in the end we are one.. we are a pack.. Scavenging daily we have seen a lot but one thing that doesn't seem to have changed of all things.. Actually they seem to have flourished.. Rats! Rats!, are everywhere.. I started to idealize them not in a physical since but ideally.. Father Frank a man I have come to know as family, along with others.. Has spoken and brought it to light for most of us.. They are masters at staying alive and if we are gonna survive in this harsh world.. We could learn a few things from these Rats... So as a group we all realized this and came to the conclusion, We are "The Rat Pack" we are not bandits, nor are we heroes... We are scavengers in the mix of the chaos.. And Staying out of conflict is our specialty, knowing all the world around us, and the secrets of others is the means to our safety... It was the best thing that ever happened to me.. The Rat I came to love.. I came to worship.. for it was The Rat that brought life into perspective.. All hail the Rat and if anyone wanted to join our ranks they would to have to kneel before the Rat..