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  1. John Ringo Jr. Son of John Ringo Sr and Martha Ringo(maiden name: Martha Mollo) Born and raised in Staroye. Mother Was a nurse at the local clinic and father worked at the docs down in Elektrozavodsk loading/unloading shipment. Grew up in a lower-middle class family. Always had a roof over his head growing up, it seemed to him there was always an issue/struggle for his parents to make ends meet. When I was only fourteen father was injured at work, a shipment had been loaded improperly causing it to fall on him. This injury left father Paralyzed from the waist down there on after. Due to this injury I had no choice but to start working full time at a local gas/service station to help mother keep the homestead afloat. Father had soon after been stricken with an infection in his spine, which killed him quickly. Me and mother were able to provide and life decent lives for a while. Late last year mother had come down with a terrible illness that quickly left her bed ridden. The nurses form the local clinic spoke about this illness, stating it was moving through the town quickly claiming lives everyday. They reassured us though that there was a cure coming. Mother didn't last long and the illness had claimed her life. I was left alone and on my own to care for the homestead. Early one morning, before the sun broke over the horizon, I was awoken by a great commotion just in town. I peered out the window to find people being attacked by other townsfolk, it was like nothing ive every experienced before. The townsfolk had begun to arm themselves in order to protect their family's and homesteads. I quickly without thought made my way out of my home and upto the local police station, the only place I thought might still be safe. I arrived at the station only to find it had already been over run by the crazed people attacking others. Luckily the doors were open and I made my way inside. The station was disserted but luckily still full of supplies, but I was now trapped with no hope in sight...
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