Brandon is your everyday reckless guy. He doesn't think too much about anything and acts the way he wants to with little to no regard for others.
Brandon and a bunch of his friends decided to go on a road trip to Chernarus. He had a cabin somewhere in the woods where they'd hunt for food, get drunk and party all day long.
They had no TV, no internet and were completely isolated from the outside world. Thus were unprepared for what mother nature had in store for them.
However, the fun didn't last long. The outbreak began and the virus started spreading. Panic and chaos everywhere.
When they decided to go back home, they couldn't. They were trapped. The borders closed and the country fell. They had no idea what was going on.
When they were going back to their cabin, they encountered an odd individual which turned out to be infected with the virus. They acted reckless and thought it was just some guy who had too much to drink. The infected eventually attacked one of his friends, (Derek), and killed him. Eating the flesh of his bones while Brandon watched. They then ran away as fast and as far as possible.
Brandon and his group have been trying to survive in this god forsaken place ever since. The world as they knew it, was no more. Brandon and his group slowly started liking this new world though.
He said to his group "We were nothing before this. We were less than man. But the end times made us gods."
They did as they pleased, robbed some people for supplies they needed.. killing the infected on the side like it was some kind of hobby... and so on.
However, also this didn't last long. He and his group got separated when a horde of infected attacked their base. They all went their separate ways. No idea if they're alive or dead. Frankly he didn't care. He had his own ass to look after..