Before the apocalypse, I was a marine and those skills came in pretty handy when things turned sour but thats all I was to anyone, a marine, thats all they wanted to hear when the apocalypse hit because they knew it meant I could fight and stay alive, after all, it is what we got trained to be able to do. I was visiting home during a mandatory break from the marines when it all went down. My parents barricaded the door and I took my dog, Sam, to safety. By the time I got back the... the infected busted through and all I saw were three disgusting creatures devouring my parents corpses. Seeing that messed me up a little and I've not been the same since. It's one thing to see people get shot right in front of your eyes but seeing your parents get devoured was a whole different story. In an outburst of anger I swung my fist into an infected and crushed its skull with my boot and the other two slowly rose up and walked towards me. Panicked, I picked up the nearest object which happened to be my old cricket bat. Frantically swinging to save my life, I caught one on the head which threw it into the wall, gashing its head open and smearing its brains and blood against the wall. Next thing I knew, my dog, Sam, was running up from behind me and tore the other's throat out, she was protecting me, clearly. Later that day I bumped into my best friend, Nick, at the super market, both desperately searching for food. Few weeks later, Sam got killed whilst trying to protect me. Seeming as my parents and family pet were gone, it wasn't that difficult to leave everything behind. Afterwards, me and Nick were in a gun fight with some bandits and we each retreated to separate houses on opposite sides of the street, I noticed some infected following my friend so I busted through them and went into his house to help protect him. I passed out and woke up in Chernarus and found a note in my pocket which stated that my friend had been bitten and that he had brought me here shortly after the car that he discovered along the way broke down, further on he wrote that I should find new friends and forget about him. So I started my search for new people and I now try to find new members to join my group. After all, Nick always said I was a natural leader, so with that thought in mind, I became exactly that. The name seemed silly at first but we eventually got used to it, the name of my new founded squad was the Bush Boys, later changed to Bush Bois as we thought it sounded a little bit funny and oddly inviting. With this group, I hope to save humanity despite the unlikeliness of that being possible. An older, wiser man than I once said to me "Fight the dead, fear the living." and ever since, I have not been afraid to kill any who threaten my life or any of my group members' lives but if we can spare their lives by cooperation then we will take that as our first option.