I don't know who will read this, or if there is anyone left to read. I think we came ashore on the coastal beaches the locals call Rify. I wasn't paying too much attention at the time. I was below deck with the cargo, inside a container storing coal samples from the lab back home. I was accompanying the vessel as a coal quality tester for a client in Chernarus. By the time we arrived shit had hit the fan, a storm was brewing in the afternoon and by that night we were swept into the thick of it. I felt the impact with the shore, slamming the container shut behind him. Everything turned midnight black and I must have hit my head. By the time I came to I felt tried blood covering my face. I couldn't see in the darkness but I could hear the screams. The horrible blood-curdling screams. Footsteps came running past and I screamed for help. I can't describe in words the guttural roar I heard when I pleaded for help. Someone or something was banging on the container with the fury of a blacksmith at a forge. A shiver ran down my spine and my stomach knotted at the sound. I thought I was going to die then and there, then I heard someone scream in pain from afar and whatever was outside ran towards the noise. I knew I was alone, and I sat there in silence for what seemed hours. I lost track of time, hard to keep time when your phones battery is already dead and your watch doesn't light up in the dark. I think I slept, but I'm not sure, it was all dark either way. Eventually I tried prying the door to the container open and when I squeezed through I saw what those religious type would call hell. There wasn't a wall that didn't have blood smeared on them. A few corpses were scattered here and there, or what was left of them. A few limbs, a head or two. Not much left. I staggered onto the shore, the ship cracked in two. All was silent, any survivors already fled, and I was alone. I've never felt so scared and alone. Please, if you find this, help me. Please. I just want to go back home.