My name is Evgeniy Voron, born and raised in Khelm, Chernarus. When the infection first hit local news my family didn't think much of it. In all honesty we thought it was just some isolated incident. My family has always valued living off nature's land and providing for ourselves, this family tradition has been passed down along with the family farm for generations. From my experience from working on the farm I have learned about crop rotation, harvesting, etc. I hardly have time off from the farm but when I'm not working I enjoy spending my time around friends and shopping in Berezino along with the average shenanigans. After the virus spread further north and became a serious problem, my parents (unknowing that Russia had already closed its borders) sent me on my way to Russia. My father, who was a Russian immigrant, handed me his old passport and the family's hunting rifle before hugging me goodbye. They agreed to stay and protect the land our family had worked on for generations. From what I gathered from the news, it was in my best interest to stick to the back roads if I wanted to avoid the virus. The days rolled by fast and I tried to keep my mind from the wandering thoughts and worries for my parent's safety. I spent my days walking and my nights camped under trees or inside small hunting shacks. When I finally neared the Russian border I could hear the distant gunfire and I wondered if the virus already spread past my hometown and into Russia. Little did I know it wasn't the infected they were shooting at. The Russian people held a grudge against Chernarussians I know, but to do this? As I neared the border and the fence that stretched for miles came into view I was overwhelmed with joy and grief, that I had made it, and that my parents were still stuck back in that hell. I saw a military presence at the fence and for once in my journey I felt that I was safe. That is until they started shooting. I heard the bullets crack near me and I ducked low to the ground. I looked around frantically trying to find what they could have been shooting at but there was nothing... They were shooting at me! The sudden realization that no one was going to help left me in shock. I was alone in the world. The only people I'll ever talk to will be on this side of the fence. My world grew smaller and it put a pressure on my chest. I ran back into the woods I came from with tears in my eyes. After that, I wandered around for a while, stopping in towns for supplies every now and then. I slipped up one day and was caught by some slavers who kept me around for their own amusement and tortured me in various ways. I was burned and cut in multiple places and underfed along with other Chernarussians. We were moved into Takistan to help some larger sect of their group on some project, after working there for a couple of months we had gathered enough motivation and the time came for us to do what we were all thinking about - revolting. It was led by man named Ruslan, who held the men together. When the signal was given I jumped up to my feet from the ground and tackled a guard. Once we were both on the ground there was a scuffle ending with me crushing his windpipe with an elbow strike to the adams apple. I quickly stole the dying mans rifle, ammo, along with a bag of supplies and made off into the wilderness. After a few days I was able to link up with the survivors and we made our way back to Chenarus.