Renia looked at the woman in front of her and said, her voice hinting a slight annoyance by the whole situation: "From where should I start? From the moment of my birth? From entering the military? From starting my own little band of mercenaries? From the start of the outbreak? Let's just say this, I came from many miles north, tracked around the wall that this country tried to build around itself and finally made it to this city, Trinea. I fought trough hunger, weather both cold and hot, lack of water, lack of ammo and to much of the Z's to even count. I lost so much comrades that I don't even remember all their graves. And call me Snyper, I hate my given name almost as much as the ones which gave it to me. Anything else you wanted to know Leona?"