Ex-trailer trash. Ex-res. Dishonorably discharged ex-Force Recon Marine and MP. Ex-con. Ex-biker. Ex-FBI informant. Ex-wrestler. It's a lot of x's to have by your name. It can give you a bad attitude, and it is not a good resume for most walks of American life. But it's not a bad career track at all for a fixer in Los Angeles, and if the name of the new job is surviving the end of the world?
Put it this way. Staying alive in the post-apocalypse can be a real bitch. Sometimes it takes a real bastard.
My name is Benjamin Allen Frame. Last night the Earth died screaming. Today is Day One...