My name is Jules Winnfield I was 10 years old when the civil war ended in 2009, i am Chernarus native from Chernogorsk area. my father was one of the few in the razor thin percentile who could not be infected, i had not see much of a of the world before the outbreak in 2017, but i occasionally have flash backs of the civil world, me and my father had aspirations to build a sanctuary for all the people who wanted peace and some sort of order in the new world in honor of my mother who died in December five months after the outbreak, by the hands of these beasts. Me and my father were out scouting for food, when we were ambushed by a group of bandits dressed in tattered CDF gear. They forced us to reveal the location of our keep. Our 3 and only disciples were immediately shot upon arrival followed by my father, i was next. I attempted flee ,and made it around 100 yards away before i thought why are they not chasing me, am i free? The echoing booms from their guns quickly dismissed the pipe dream of escaping. I was hit i stumbled to the ground getting a quick glance behind me,while my vision is fading to black. i fell unconscious and awoke on the coast, in my bloodied clothes. Surrounded by the the bodies of my disciples and my father. something had awoken in me i did not want peace anymore i didn't want order i wanted revenge.