[Caine Alen was just 16 when the great panic started. He is know widely for his raids on unsafe zones for supplies and stranded people. He was in the Army for the whole war after he was caught by the government for reckless endangerment of citizens and looting. His Lawyer made a deal to put his abilities to legal use. It was agreed he would serve his time in the military.]
I was young yes, stupid no. Brought by the right sort most would say. I was born raised and domesticated for America's wealthy class. Father was of old stock. Litterally his father was smart enough to notice the rise in the Stock Market before anyone else and to all of the Families money out of the Bank sold his bonds and bought a safe. He emerged wealthy as he was before the Great Depression. Mother was a Royalty. He grandfather was duke somewhere. I never liked being rich. I was educated in some of our nations finest instuitions.
Like?
St. Christopher's Acadamey, St. Hermingilds, St. Mathews, you name the place chances are I was there and also kicked out.
Rough Childhood?
Ya think?
Sorry.
No worries man anyway I ranaway right before the Great Panic. My father thought it wise to instill some disapline in me. I was sent to Valley Forge Military Acadamey. I wasn't much for wareing some uniform so I left. I was there then I was gone.
Why didn't they come after you?
They tried very unsuccesful. I knew my way around the Country. I read every book and atlas. I was way down Dixie way before they even started. Five months later I was awaiting my turn at the bank when the news came on the t.v. monitors above the counter. REANIMATED DEAD! Flashed on the screen.