Hi, my name is Frank Buff and I’m an 18-year-old half Austrian half Chernarussian, but not very special or famous guy. While my mother is from Austria where we had been living for 16 years, my father was born and grew up in Chernarus. My grandparents owned a large agricultural holding in Novy Sobor since many generations and since the economy began to improve continuously they had more and more fields in possession. Grandpa and grandma employed therefore around 15 people for cultivating fields, milking cows and holding chickens.
But then the day came when my grandfather died and grandma couldn’t deal with the whole work und management anymore. Thanks god, I’ve always had a preference for farming and agriculture. So me and my family decided to move to Chernarus and continue the farm. Well, this was two years ago. Then, the situation has changed dramatically. First, the Russian attacks took place and then the dead alive came over the country.
Everyone, including my parents and me, tried to escape the horror by moving to the airports, but all roads were closed and congested and the military forced us to stay in our houses and keep calm. Many people and friends of us came to us asking for some food and milk, because we had fairly enough. In return, they brought us weapons, ammunition and taught us how to handle a weapon. But with time, the zombies gained the upper hand all over the world and infected most people, sadly, also my parents and some friends of mine when they were working on the field.
Now, only James, Dominik and me are left over in this crumbing and hazardous world trying to survive every single day, helping other survivors that are hard up and stay side by side until the rest of our days.