Background

Samir doesn't remember much before the outbreak had started, only that he had an ordinary life, his parents were kind, and tried their hardest to give him a good life, and they did...until they had died in an attempt to protect Samir. His parents didn't last long, and he blames himself...He was still young, and wanted to go play outside. Wanting to go back to the 'normal', he had an idea, that wasn't smart, and cost him his parents life. It was still early on when people were panicked, scared still trying to figure everything out. He had slipped out of his parents secured home, and went out into a seemingly desolate town. For a few minutes, he thought it was worth it. Until he had seen his neighbour, he had offered her an unsure smile, noticing his old neighbours movements weren't the same. His smile quickly disappeared when Mrs Osmarr had turnt around, dried blood covered her stiff face, her jaw snapping open, rushing towards him with stiff movements. Samir let out a terrified scream, falling back onto the ground. He froze. His parents rush outside, hearing his screams, they had fought her off...But not before they were both bitten in the process. Samir's body still frozen in horror, he'd look up at his mother who's holding her neck, his father by her side. There was so much blood. "M-mama...?" Little Samir softly spoke, tears struggle to well up in his eyes, he's stuck in fear. Hearing his mother struggling to breath, and slowly dying...Changed him, forever. That was the last time he saw his parents. A passing group had heard the commotion, the screams, the death. Samir doesn't remember much after, only that the group had took him with them, leaving his parents behind. They were on the road for days...weeks....struggling. During this time Samir barely spoke a word, struggling with the guilt and burden of his parents death. After months on the road, the group had made it to LA, a fortified haven called Tres Gallos República. Samir, still being young was cared for, rigorously by others. A family of traders took him in, gave him food, love, and care. In exchange, he had finally spoke, opening up after months. He had smiled for the first time in a long time. He felt safe in this newfound home. His adoptive parents had sheep cattle, and would process wool and weave fabric. They taught him this trade, and he soon became an expert tailor. He'd accompany this new family on long trips, to trade with other groups and factions. Always offering his services. They'd take long trips to trade down at the Coalition, and the group would always help others if they could. They taught Samir to care, even in times like this. He learnt that the trading business was everything, and it saved him in ways no one would believe. He'd often break his families rules, trading for private classes from former teachers, giving him the basics in education. These former tutors were always lovely and kind...made him think of the past, and what it would've been like for him at school, a longing he couldn't reach, but these sessions were as close as he'd get. He'd often trade for books, that others deemed useless, he wanted to learn more and more, enhancing his knowledge. Reading was the way to go, an escape. He learnt valuable lessons from these books. On every trading trip he'd run off to find a teacher, someone who could teach him ANYTHING. He'd done this for years, but...maths was never his strong suit. He'd find it boring and useless. He was far more interested in history books, literature. His youth being taken from him, he gravitated to the past, things that were and was. Although these thoughts lingered, he managed. He didn't have friends, well...didn't label anyone as a friend, but people liked him, and he liked them. But he knew ultimately, him and his families nomadic lifestyle will usher them away. So he settled, for his family...the sheep...and the books. He was, well...content. Throughout the years of trading their were the 'Knuckleheads', that's was Samir calls people who think with their fists, and no brains. They always want trouble wherever they go, trade is often avoided with these....if they can help it. Samir has learnt how to deal with these, stay calm, find level ground...and smile...? Yeah, so that method never actually worked for Samir. Often getting him into fights, and losing...most of the time. But he always got up and defended his families business with honour. Teachers, tutors...'Smartheads' is what Samir called them. They were the nice ones...firm but nice. The trading life is a finnicky road, especially for someone his age. He was looked down upon a lot, like he couldn't handle this world, people looked at him as if he was a glass canon, ready to shatter and break. For a time it was true...But he's stronger now, mentally and physically. In his free time he's often seen working out, or reading to the sheep. Now he's older, he takes a more leading role in his families trade. Going from small factions, to major factions to do trades. He's arrived in Knox with his families busted caravan in hopes of trade.