Not much is known about my childhood as I don't care enough to talk about it. And I don't really care enough to talk about my life, or my work before the Outbreak. If you want to know about me then tough luck. I don't care. I came to Chernaurus along with Buck and Colt. Coming here to hunt the wildlife that was supposed to be legendary. Bigger deer than you knew what to do with. Shit was good. We were having a good time, heading into town whenever we need a beer fix. We lived in a small camp somewhere in the South. The game there was amazing. Though something happened. I don't know how to describe it. Shit went down and suddenly the dead were alive. At first it was surreal, we killed our first zed when it came into our camp. Running at Buck, luckily he is a tough nail and killed it as it ran at him. He knew it wasn't human no more. Buck is a good kid, not gonna lie. Him and his brother's some tough fucking nails.
All I know is that the world is shit now, more than it was before. Guess I'll find out what it really has turned into?