The names Jake Brady. I grew up on a four generation family farm in the black hills of South Dakota. My brother,both parents,and I. We raised livestock and grew corn or soy bean. In the summer when i was a boy i would spend hours on end in the wood near my house. I would stubble upon different animals like deer and rarely a mountain lion. I always had my BB gun and a knife for any danger that might come about and to sharpen my shooting skills. I grew up hunting the high plains of South Dakota and fished the creek by my house and other ponds. I learned to survive out there on my own without anyone. I can run a trap line and can make bush craft. My family had a good amount of money to get by but i wasn't the college type so with a long line of veterans in the family i joined the Marines. i went through basics then went to sniper school. I got a spotter which i became good friends with and miss dearly. i was deployed at age 22 to Afghanistan to fight the terrorists and any other enemies that got in are way. My Humvee struck a IED and shattered my leg and damaged the surrounding muscle and tissues. I was sent to Chernogorsk, Chernarus at the beginning of 2016 where I went through rehab and was able move around on my own with out help. I got to ok to get a car and do some exploring. I found my way to Gorka where i met a young police officer and made friends with him. I wounder if hes still kicking around i think his name was something very generatic like john or something. Something was posted on twitter about a russian choper landing inside chernarus. About a week later Russian and Cherarus where in heavy fighting. Soon a city was over run with the "infected." It had something to do with the chopper landing and the CDF. Soon I was sent to be shipped back state side because the United States wanted me home just in cased I was used for ransome or something. On the way to the airport the Humvee was rerouted to the city and all flights from then on were cancelled. Food became scarce and i fought for what i had. I began looting the bases that had been deserted for any ammo,gun,or anything of use. I'm lucky to be alive because i hear stories of people being robbed beaten till theirs no humanity left in them then executed. I survive alone in the woods. I have very little human contact. I just want thing to return to a normal. I think the best way to do that is try and fix the world the best i can. Even if that's means i have to kill every last on of those damn last one of those infected.