I'm a sugar cane farmer from Florida. My grandma owns the farmer and I just helped her keep it going. She passed a few years ago and I came out to Chernarus to get away for awhile. She was really important in my life, and all I knew was the farm. So it was a kind of "let's go see what life is like off the farm" kind of thing. Seems like Im stuck here for awhile now. I have no other living family. My parents died when I was really young, and that's when I came to live with my grandma. I came to Chernarus with nothing. Just a backpack with some clothes and some photos. I traveled by hitchhiking and stayed in the homes of welcoming strangers who recognized I was a wanderer, needing a place to lay my head. I was in the home of a beautiful couple and their son when the virus began to spread. Their son became unwell out of the blue. I still don't have an explanation for it as we were under heavy lockdown. But he was a sneaky one, and liked to leave the house in the dead of night. I woke up to the sounds of screams in the middle of the night, and when I went to investigate, I saw the husband and son digging into the body of the mother. I slammed the door, turned around, and exited through the back entrance. Ive been wandering ever since.