I grew up in Florida to a good Hispanic family who pushed me in school and in work, they made me what I am today, I graduated High School and for some damn reason my cousins parents invited me to go to a place near Russia some little place called Chernarus ,they better have gotten cheap ass tickets for the pain it caused me, My parents forced me to go with them. I was fine though because my little cousin went and we used to go school together. We went and everything seemed sketchy as hell, right when we got off the plane this guy came yelling saying "the end is near" so I hit him with a left hook and we left to our little hotel room. That night my cousins parents left us alone and went to get food, we waited for about five hours before going out looking for them. But everything had gone to shit there were people biting each other and I did the only thing I could think of I grabbed my cousin and ran. We went deep into the woods and we've never left.