Conrad is a farmer by trade, born and raised on his family farm in Chernarus. He’s never really strayed from that dirt trodden path, even after watching the rest of the family abandon their rural roots for the easier modern world. He was always proud of what his grandfather and father achieved and had thought of nothing else than following in their footsteps.
He and his own family had lived a happy but simple life before the outbreak, barely scraping by a living on their inherited homestead. They grew crops and raised cattle, only selling what was needed to the local towns and markets to buy what they couldn’t get produce themselves. Conrad was also a skilled carpenter and as his forefathers had done, he maintained and built upon the farm and eventually built and entirely new home for his family. It was quite some time before news got to them of what was happening in their isolated rural retreat and by the time it did there was little they were able to do but to keep out of harms reach in order to survive and defend themselves as best they could.
At first, they got by living off the produce they had grown and the feed that would have been for the livestock, before they were either slaughtered for food or perished. They struggled by knowing they couldn't last like this forever and as time passed and their situation grew increasingly dire. His daughter Anna fell ill and as her condition worsened Conrad was forced to realise he had to leave his home and family in search of supplies if Anna was to have any hope of recovery.
Handing his son Willis his grandfather’s rifle he bid him to protect his Mother and Sister until he returned and with a heavy heart slunk out into the wilderness that night and towards the nearest town. Conrad was gone far longer than he had wished, even his worse fears couldn’t have prepared him for what he was about to face. The closest town was still and deathly quiet save for the moans and shuffling of their forever altered neighbours.
After a good few days and some narrow escapes he was able to obtain the medical supplies he hoped could save his daughter, so he finally started on the journey back to his family. As he reached the hill that had always signalled that he was close to home, his face fell. In the distance through the low dusk light he could make out a billowing cloud of smoke. Breaking into a run he reached the top of the hill and to his terror saw the farmhouse ablaze.
To this day he is unaware if his family survived the ordeal or were buried under the rubble and ashes of their home. He was unable to find a trace of them as he frantically searched among the scorched and blackened memories of their lives for what seemed like days. Conrad was left both mentally and physically scarred from his anguish and search amongst the flames. Though for him, even the wild and desperate hope that with someone somewhere they might just be alive has given him the strength to struggle on in this warped and twisted world he once called home.