My name is John Pope, I'm a middle age Transgender-man in my 30's I've lived alone almost all my life when I was little I used to go camping a lot and learning survival tactics from tv when I was 22 I've decided to travel on foot around the world and 3 month's latter the outbreak happened at first I thought it was just a hoax but after the first encounter I knew exactly what was going on, zombies everywhere . I know I had to survive and at first it was easy food was common and as long as I stayed away from the cities I was fine my plan was to go to the island of Chernarus hoping that the virus did not reach it I knew it would not be easy but it gave me hope it gave me strength to fight and survive everyday. Fast-forward 2 years and I was on the island but to my surprise, it was horrible same as everywhere but after a few hours of walking on the coast I found survivors or they found me...they captured me and interrogated me for days thinking I was a member of a bandit group from the island.
They kept my feed, they gave me water and there was this woman there who even gave me a shave I haven't felt so smooth in years after 3 days they decided to trust me.
We were camped in a military base on the coast and from what it seemed there were more camps because they kept a radio connection with the odder camps I have heard a few conversations and they seemed to be more concerned by odder human's then the zombies that were crawling everywhere.
The next 4 years were spent in these camps with the love of my life Beatrice and our 2 daughters one was 8 and one was 2, I was 28 when it all went down.
The bandits had all united and formed a synchronized attack they had explosives creating a huge hole in our wall the noise was way louder then they thought to attract all the zombies from the near cities taking them from the back.
Unfortunately, we were overrun first it was my youngest daughter after my wife together with my older child the monsters took them away from me... I was hopeless a panic broke in the crowds and the bandit group and our group mixed together I was pulled out from the zombie horde by a person I never saw in our group before with was strange since we all knew each odder but then I did not think much of it I just ran out crying, to this day I still don't know how I got away but I did and odder escaped as well but it was such a confusion because nobody knew who was from our group and who was from the bandit groups our camp never met with the odder military camps, I've hunted down as many of the bandits that I could but as time went by survivors from the odder camps spread around the map just like us because their attacks went to shit just like ours so now you could not just shoot like before how could you shoot knowing that you may have killed an innocent mother of a child...a loving husband we knew that bandits werewolves in ship skin but we could not risk killing innocents not now not after what happened.
Fast forward 2 more years to the present I am 30 and for 2 years I've done horrible thinks I've tortured killed and way.................way........worse things that you can imagine, I've killed so many bandits that I've lost track and they killed ours now from my calculations we should be only around 100 left in total on the island so i must take great care whom I trust and even if they give me even all the reasons to put a bullet in there head i must consider that the population is only going down either we do something about it or the human race as we know it will go extinct so even if somebody upset you or robbed you think 2 times before you shot he or she may be the last human standing and we need to build new societies new camps and the only way we do it is if we fight togheder...so I write this message to whoever may still be on this island Humanity needs you I need you, we need you so please if you see another humain don't shoot aproach him with an open heart.
I'm driving around the coast every few days if you find this message wait on the coast and in a few days you should hear the sound my engine BUT be careful there are more survivors here and they may try to trick you into making you believe that they are the Saviours when in reality they just love the taste of human flesh.
This is John Pope one of the last survivors on Chernarus, I'm looking for survivors to start a new group a new alliance a new camp that welcomes all good survivors in it and gives them protection from all the bandits out there.