I go by is dean my age is 24. I have a older brother that is 30. Just after the out break I was called on duty to North West Airfield in the marines, but just 3 weeks later the base was over run and I barely escaped cut up and bruised as the last survivor. I soon set out to find my wife and family. As I came over the hill that over looked my parents house I saw bandits torturing my family, by the time I got to the house they were dead except my wife who barely held on but died in my hands. I found my brother unconscious In the backyard. As I ran to him with relief my world instantly turned black. I woke up on the beach with a odd brand on my chest, as I turned to the left I saw my brother just waking up. With our military experience to help us survive we traveled to the nearest town to find food and hopefully find some guns. We didnt know if there were many survivors left but our goal was to survive this damned apocalypse. This is where my story began.