When i was young, id work the docks with my father from the time the roosters woke us, till the sun set behind the hill tops. Fish and shellfish where like gold, something my father did with them. i just knew my job included many things, one of them being to fuel his boats. School wasn't an option for me like it was fr most kids. My father kept me in the loop with physics, science, and math. and in my personal time, i had to train and hone in my survival skills, my father always scared of war breaking out, we would be the front line of Tasmania's shorelines.
I was a musician growing up, but my mother had burned my guitar in the wood burner, we where broke, and baby brother needed food while our power was out.
i dont remember much about what happened the night of the evacuation... all these people keep asking, asking how i got here to this country, surviving the outbreak. I think maybe it is my background, you see i didn't mention at the age of 20 i found a job as a global mercenary, i lost the job fast after they had learned i stole weaponry and sold it off to other nations, this leads me to being locked up.
The prison boat was sickening, my punishment was 8 years, max security. 4 years where to be spent on this prison boat, lapping the island of Tasmania 5 clicks from shore.
i spent one year on this disease filled bucket, behind rusty bars and mossy floors. then the crash had happened.