Favorite Food Bacon - Drink. Whisky
Prone to disappearing unheard of for weeks
Doesnt like the city much resides more in the woods
Used to rapid region/climate change
Military status active at time of outbreak
Zander Griss - Age 25
Recon_Coastal - 773
All i remember is her face burnt into my cornea like an eye floater, Pushing me further telling me it is key to strive to survive. But then again i cant quite hear her voice, its a faded echo... same as the waves lopping against my raft. I hardly hear them anymore, only when they breach the top of my raft and soak me half way to hypothermia then i come to reality. The bitter cold can be warm at times ya know, i had to find out the hard way. Taking this partially floating piece of plastic off that ship was the best and worst decision of my life. After the debriefing about this so called apocalyptic outbreak and that we were set on a coarse to extract a sample of the virus a buddy an i decided it wasn't in are best interests. The thought of being a deserter wasn't an easy one to settle with, but nether was the thought of a nuclear apocalypse happening at any moment. The next step was to secure a raft, going about that wasnt going to be as easy as we'd thought. Come to find out we werent the only ones trying to find a way off this ship. So either are chances of help off have doubled or they may well have crumbled before we even had a chance to act so we had to act fast. Planning took a few of days, discretely scribbling during BR breaks and night shift. Finally heard we were close to land some place called Chernarus, didnt take long before i figured out were we were anchored off shore about 13.5 miles out. You could almost make out something, no light but at least something was good enough for me. First was making sure i had a clear window to get from my post to my buddy who just happens to sit a deck above to rafts. Not a problem on night shifts most everybody fucks around an hour before shift change anyways, best bet will be then. Second will be safely deploying are raft and ones self without a signal 7 being shouted out by some idiot who would just happen to see, but the chances of that are slim my timing is right.. no better chance then now. Third would be the easiest yet hardest, floating away knowing your headed towards a new life but aslo leaving behind everything of your existing one. Turns out my so called "buddy" coops out, but not entirely, says the risk is too great for him but wont mind helping me leave myself. I didnt argue much all i knew is that i was ready to go. The decision was made, id rather take my chances drifting to shore and survive on land then be stuck in that blood ridden ocean for one more day. As plans go, smooth as could be giving the circumstance and in this one i guess my "buddy" didnt have a choice because whilst helping me he fell in the water along side me. We both surface shocked by cold waters briefly catching a glimpse of each others face as we scramble for the raft knowing there's no going back. The visions are very clear now new world, new life, new land and anything it takes to survive.. thats life now. Huh! speaking of land.. i hope its not just the sea water taking effect and making me see things, this state im in is not good. We need fresh water an i know by the look on my pals face its not just me seeing land, and just in the fog i can barely make out a light house... no light makes me wonder. No couldn't be that fast, fuck it! I guess we'll have to see.