So, you want to know about me, huh? Sure thing, take a seat! The names Dan! Don't think too hard now, we didn't meet before. You want to know about my life before? I guess I can indulge you. My childhood was nothing special. It was just me and my dad. Don't rightly know what became of my mother, never met her. We lived in one of the slums, in a small, one-bedroom apartment. It was cozy enough. Dad... well I'm sure he had a job of some kind. We paid the bills with something after all. I never really went to school or anything. Learned to read and write from my dad. I learned almost everything I know from him. He wasn't really a role model or anything, but he was alright. When he was sober, that is. He was always teaching me when he had the time. "Son, learn anything and everything you can. Knowing something never hurt anyone. Not-knowing did." I heard this line at least twice a day. But it was a good philosophy.
It helped us survive back then, and it helps me survive now. When I become older, I had to start helping with the bills. Lacking any former education my options were limited. So I turned to petty crime. It was nothing series. A small break in here, stealing a granny purse there, you know. It wasn't nice, but it was a way to get money. Dad didn't really disagree with my methods, so that was my "job" for a year or two. Later things become a bit more series. The biggest job I ever did was probably an armed robbery. When I told my dad, he only asked me two questions. " Do you still have the gun? " and " Do you know how to use it? " The next few days consisted of him teaching me how to shoot. Life wasn't easy, or safe, but it was good enough. When news of the outbreak started pouring in, my dad denied it all. " Just some bullshit the government made up to make us scared. ", he said. In the end, he was right not to trust the government, but not for the reasons he thought. There were no quarantines or safe zones. The city was just abandoned. It didn't affect us much at first. We weren't law-abiding citizens, to begin with, so law enforcement pulling out didn't really affect us negatively. When the infected started to pour in... well that's another story. I left after a week of that shit. What happened that week is only for me to know. I started driving up the first clear highway I could find. I was on the road for about a month, before the car broke down. Since then I was just kinda wondering. So that's my tragic tale, friend. Yes, this is a gun. Now if you'd kindly put your pack down, and start going that way, that would be nice. That's it. Stay safe out there, and let's hope we'll never meet again.