When I was 15 my mother was put in jail for DUI and murder of a cop. My dad and I fled to Nyheim where his parents migrated to in the late 80s. Growing up I was heavily into boxing and aspired to be a MMA fighter. I worked hard and challenged myself and sacrificed my grades in school to achieve my dreams of being in MMA. When I was 20 I achieved my dream and became a middleweight champion. 3 months ago when the outbreak hit Nyheim, my dad and I met up and were reinforcing the house. During one of our supply runs we ran into a group of bandits and he sacrificed himself to let me get away. I still look for him when I’m in the area even though I know he’s either turned or dead. Once he disappeared I fled to the more urban area of Nyheim to be closer to the protection of PLIKT. After arriving I was desperate and looking for a job and decided that my MMA background would be useful as a security personnel for those that needed it. Now I contract myself out as a personal security for anyone willing to hire me. Whether its for shops or as more of a mercenary position. I sometimes struggle with the moral implications but as time goes on and survival becomes more difficult; these moral struggles fade away.