Growing up as a child was always a challenge, but personally i think that some how i was destined to do what im doing now. For years i lived in my brother, Gareth's, shadow. For some reason our father always favored him over me. Who could blame him though, Gareth was bigger and stronger than me. It seemed like we were in constant competition to be father's favorite, but he always had the upper hand when it came to impressing him. However, no matter how far our rivalry went, he always had my back. Eventually life split us apart and we went our separate ways due to the work we did. In an attempt to finally win the satisfaction of my father over i joined the royal marines. It was challenging to say the least but with luck and determination, i made my dream a reality. Little did i know the experience that i would gain from joining the royal marines would be my greatest friend in the hell that is now. Roughly 8 months before the outbreak, i was sent to america to train with the marsoc marines. While there i would learn new tactics and survival techniques. But all that would come to a screeching halt. As the outbreak started to spread in Europe, i was given the option to return home and be with family. Where im from, family is everything so i took the chance to be with them. Once with them we traveled to cherno in hopes for finding our uncle. But the moment we got there, we were immediately ambushed by bandits. to this day Gareth and i have each others backs. Our settlement is growing and our community is getting stronger.