My name is Darrel Anderson, I'm a steelworker from a small town in Texas. Working on American steel has been in my family since my great great grandpa or something. I've lived a workers life, no more exciting as anyone else growing up in a small rural town. Went to a small highschool, married an average women, joined the local union, drank the same damn shitty beer, and did the same shit every gosh darn day. It wasn't until my daughter came into my life that I found something so amazing that it gave me a purpose. Emily is my shining light, in her infinite 12 year old wisdom she sure does know how to make her old man stick straight on the path. She'll yell at me "Hey Pa! Put down the beer its time for bed ya got work in the mornin'!". Now most fathers would be obliged to discipline a child for such an outburst, but I knew my Emily was just looking out for her old man. It wasn't until her mother left us that I've truly ever seen her defeated. I knew I had to get her out of this rut she's been in for the past few months somehow. My steelworkers union district picked up an international contract a few months back and were looking for volunteers. Turned out due to this country Chernarus having some shitty civil war back in '09 no one wanted to go. I knew this is what Emily needed. Me and her in Eastern Europe, what a time us two could have. So they flew us out and I got straight to work. Boy was this country really boomin. We were building dockyards, office buildings, railroads you name it!... Then it all went to shit. Emily and I have been travelling with a group of other workers I knew trying to survive and fight off those things that been chasin'. But last week we were attacked by a whole lot of 'em out in the woods. Everyone scattered, it was so dark, all I could hear was Emily yelling out for me. I have to find her. I must find my girl. Will you help me?