Jesse Storm. local to chernarus , His family was never rich and his father was a great hunter. Jesse learned everything he could from his dad and learned to cook it all from his mother. Berizeno was his home town, the hills and open fields were great for hunting with his father. Brought to the world and raised as a hunter gatherer. He is now in his 20's, His parents have since passed, they lay in the berizeno cemetery now. He visits often and leaves little mementos each visit. The start of everything had gone unnoticed by him. He was outside of town a ways. But returning to Berizeno he found that everything was a mess. Exploring more he saw the buildings were empty only scraps of the life that was there before. His mind raced wondering where the slightly busy town had gone. He managed to find little and heading back to his little home in the woods. He stayed around his house for a few days maybe a week, he was never good at keeping track of the days. One morning he arose to the sound of helicopters and looked out his tainted window. A shocked gasp as he noticed they were all military. He would think to himself as he watched one after another fly by him, before getting up and throwing on his ragged clothes. As he stepped outside his shaky feet would take him back to the outskirts of town. The sun had just begun rising as his eyes watched over Berizeno. A small light caught his eye, his other foggy from the hunting accident. Soon he watched the light meet with another being before noticing some thing his mind could never fathom. The man with the light had been robbed and slaughtered , this is when he turned around and ran back to his little home. Unlocking the door with a shaky hand and grabbing his fathers revolver that he kept to remember him. He sat at home until night and only lit one of his candles after the sun had split beneath the world. As he sat there pondering everything that had happened and trying to figure out what was going on. Jesse heard another helicopter in the distance. Soon it became close shocked by the sound of the helicopter he would look out. This one had a light and it seemed to be searching the town. He wouldn't dare go near the town as his father told him as a child what the military was and what kind of people they were. His eyes followed the helicopter as it scanned the town. Soon it left and all he heard was the sounds of nature. At this moment as he laid in the dim light of the single candle, that he had to survive and do what he could to make it thru whatever has happened to his little town. The next morning he slipped down to the town once more, nothing was moving not a sound of running cars or people talking. His feet slowly took him down the vacant streets. No one was around not even a family pet. His breathes were short as he approached an intersection. A person! he walked slowly this person seemed to be injured. His had shaky in front of him. He approached and said hello in a shaky town the unknown person turns and growls. His feet pull him backwards as the person runs after him quickly turning and sprinting he had seen the torn face and blank eyes. He would run straight home dodging and dipping thru every little side street he knew. Back home door shut tight he would begin to think thru his drawn out breaths. He knew that "thing" couldn't be human. This is when he decided he needed to go deeper into the woods as he grabbed him rucksack and whatever gear he had, ropes, nails and his axe. He needed to get int he woods far from the city to be safe from military and those "things". This is where his life begins in the woods surviving off the land and only entering a town when he needs to.