He wandered across America with no particular destination in mind.

On the night of the outbreak, his daughter was shot and killed by a soldier. She was his only beloved child, left with him after his wife had grown fed up and walked out. That loss broke him completely. Morality and everything else ceased to matter. Unable to bear what he had become, his brother Tommy decided to leave him.

He spent several years as a raider, doing whatever it took just to survive... hurting people and stealing supplies. He had no idea how many lives he had taken. But he never once felt that what he was doing was right. Eventually, he left his fellow raiders behind to wander alone.

Scouring ruined cities for supplies... hunting animals in the woods to fill his stomach. He had lived this way for nearly two years. He had grown used to the solitude. With nothing left to lose, he felt lighter than before. Form no deep bonds, show no sympathy. That was his way of surviving in this post-outbreak world.

He was walking again today... aimlessly. After a while, a large river came into view. He figured he would walk along the bank and catch some fish for a meal. That was the plan...