Born in the islands of the Philippines, raised in the valley of Los Angeles. I moved to the U.S. when I was 3 and from then on I grew up in a society different from my parent's. Before I knew it I had already graduated high school and college simply wasn't for me, so I found myself joining the Navy. Nobody believed I was going to make it, everyone told me I was too weak and not fit for the military life, but I had a goal to work towards. It was only a few days in basic training that I found myself having anxiety attacks and was eventually separated due to my anxiety. Falling into a rut back home after failing, I eventually found a mental escape abusing drugs and alcohol. Not worrying about school or my future, my constant drinking and smoking with friends led me to going to events and partying more than I should have. It was only a matter of time until I was offered the opportunity to fly out and experience what was being advertised as the biggest rave of the year. A friend and I saved what money we had and packed our bags, boarded a plane to Germany and eventually found ourselves after a long drive sitting in a hostel in some awkward European town. Little did I know that this town would eventually be overrun by crazies and walking corpses.