I was born in Chernarus on May 3 1994 in a tiny farmhouse in the bustling city of Svetlojarsk. I did not come up with much money, but my mother worked her ass off to make sure me and my brother were provided for. My dad ran off when i was about 3, leaving my mother to care for us solely. Fast forward to July 11th 2017. I awoke to the sound of screaming outside my window, like I said before, it was a pretty small house so me and my brother shared a room. I looked over to him, who was also shot straight up in his bed after hearing the screaming, “you heard that too?”, “what the fuck is going on out there?”. We both jumped out of bed and ran to our window, and what we saw…right under a street light we saw a woman covered head to toe in blood, but that’s not even the worst part. The worst part was after looking closer we noticed she was hovering over something…it was a body…a man choking on his own blood. We then watched in horror as she began to tear into the poor guys stomach, literally ripping him apart…while he was still alive. The rumors were true! We knew something bad was going on, not sure exactly what, but we knew we needed to get the fuck out of here as quickly as possible. We ran into our living room, to see our mother…standing there, in the dark…”mom?” she didn’t respond. “mom something is going on outside, you really need to come see this” still she didn’t respond. “mom are you ok?” just then she looked up and I could see the sores on her face had gotten worse from the previous night, they were bleeding pretty bad. Then she screamed at the top of her lungs and charged toward me. I managed to stop her by grabbing her forearms and tried to calm her down, but she was trying to bite me! I threw her to the ground and begged her to calm down, this only caused her rage to refocus on my brother, and she chased him down the hallway into our room where he locked the door and she tried with all of her might to break it down. I was terrified so I quickly ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife and returned back to the entrance of the hallway. “MOM!!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs “LEAVE HIM ALONE!” she stopped banging on the door and looked back at me. She then came sprinting down the hall toward me and pushed me back and we both fell to the floor. She stopped moving…I started to feel a warm liquid on my hand, it was blood. During our scuffle as we went down the knife had slipped into the bottom of her mouth up towards her brain. I’ve just killed my mother. I quickly ran back to my room and grabbed a bag and started packing some extra pairs of clothes. I took my brother and we left that house as fast as we could. As we got outside we got separated in the group of people also pouring out of their houses and then what seems like hundreds of people who looked just like my mother poured into the crowd and started eating people. I had no choice, I had to leave. Its been over a year, I still haven’t found my brother. I know that I must find him one of these days…dead or alive. Ill do whatever that takes.