Vlad Borcea, tho' he hates his family name and never brings it up, was a boy, about to become a man in his near future, who ran away from home, running away from family problems, from an abusive, alcoholic father and a mother that never loved him or wanted him in the first place. A boy that had issues when it came to speaking, severe anxiety and plenty others that even he doesn't know about. He tried to hide himself away from home, from Gorka, in a hut near Zelenogorks. The only thing he had on him was a hatchet to gather woods and to self-protect. He had a place to call home after all that happened in his life. A place of quiet and peace. No one there to beat him or insult him, making him feel unwanted. This place helped him to became the man he was never meant to be. A man living by himself.
One day Vlad was wondering around the summer camp near Mishkino when he found a rifle. A bolt action rifle and multiple ammo boxes. Just enough for him to practice on hay stacks.
The first day of the outbreak came. Vlad had no idea of what was happening in Chernarus. He later came to find out. An alt-right disaster. This came as a shock to him. Asking himself what is his purpose now.
Vlad's health mentality goes breaking. Perhaps the fact that he saw what this disaster really meant didn't help him at all. His peace is once again disturbed.
Hordes of infected spreading around Zelenogorks, hell, everywhere, in the woods, at his hut, even in waters. Nowhere Vlad was safe.
Months after the first encounter of the infected he's gone insane. Robbing and torturing people didn't help his state of mind but it was necessary.
Vlad was trying to make new affiliates\acquaintances perhaps some trustfully friends but that seems too much to ask in these parts where everyone would sell you for they're own good or even kill you for little to no reason.