Some people say when bad things happen they hurt you. They are wrong. They shape you, make you fight harder and only the people with the strongest minds will survive. Donnie Volkov grew up in Chernarus, and was “raised” by his father outside of krasnoe. He lived there till he was 14, when he killed his father. The authorities could never figure out why, and he wouldn't tell. This was 3 years before shit all hit the storm. The government didn't know what to do with him, so they sent him south for processing. After his first year being transferred from jail to jail they sent him to the only place they could think. He was boated out to the unnamed prison Island, and sentenced for life. Many inmates their tried to steal his rations. They believed at such a young age one would submit to such things. After the first year this no longer happened, and he had earned three more deaths to his name. At this time he was 16 years old. He spent most of his time in Solitary confinement, but eagerly waited his moment to escape. Watching the guards routes, who he could kill and who he could not. Finally the day struck when he had his chance. He heard first growling outside his cell, and then all the locks being released. He was on the 3rd floor solitary confinement, and peaked out of his cell to have a guard lunge at him. He took out his shiv he had fashioned from a small spoon he had to eat and stuck it in his head. He then noticed something different about this guard. He had blood on his teeth, and he only thought one thing. He sprinted down the hall to the tower stairs and heard the screams of death around him. People tearing eachother apart, some seemed to feel no pain, the others screaming in pain. He did what he knew best, and ran. Nothing stopped him till he seen the daylight once again. The hall where he was forced into this hell hole 3 years ago. Their was nothing in between him and his freedom. He ran, just to see the guards leaving on the last of the boats. Or what they thought was. Their was many rumors about a boat stored away in a cave on the south side of the island, near the rocks. He knew it would be his only chance out.He ran towards the south side, seeing no signs of whatever was in the prison or other prisoners. He finally stopped near the edge of the cliff, and saw the cave below. He jumped into the water with no fear of what was below, and found it was deep water. He looked into the cave and saw his saving grace. A boat about the size of a refrigerator, but It would have to work. I pulled it off into the water and found a little stash of gear nearby. A stachel bag, a proper knife, and a makarov similar to the one that… nevermind. He rowed toward the coast wondering what was to happen next in his life….