Never had much luck, since the i came out of womb. i was one those incidental kids, not basterd though. Dad was a drunk, mom was caring but she was loyal to a fault, got beat up all the time
Davit Beridze, Born in 1999, Georgia. i had find my own ways. bad parenting, my dad was just not there, my mom too busy bringing food to table. when i got seven i started working as well, helping mom here and there. couldn't do much school. i was almost 9 when Georgia-Russo war started. i don't remember much from my child hood but i still remember this:
it was night, i heard a loud bump, than some screaming. our neighbor's daughter being raped by soldiers. then they came into our house, killed my father and started doing the same to thing to my mom, i jumped out and grabbed the guys gun and shot him. my mom and i fled to Isreal.
In Isreal, my mom married to a douche bag again, so when i got 15 i joined IDF. i was big and no past identity so i said i was 18. i was doing good, top of my class, and i wanted to make some money so they sent me to the NATO.
i wasn't a news guy but this one was just everywhere, Chernarus and Russia, Bombardment and then the Infected, NATO had some bases there so they sent me and my squad down to South Zagoria to reinforce.
it was 17th July of 2017, we were to work with CDF and hold defense lines. some US troops were there as well, but mostly they were in Chernogorsk. we held very hard until late morning of 19th but then shit hit the fans, we got overrun by infected.... and i lost my squad mates, i was the only survivor of my squad. i retreated back with other survivors to Chernogorsk, with US troops but even the US troops had to retreat because of riots in the city. i got shot in a crossfire, i had lost my gun and i just went up a building and knocked on a door. an old couple opened the door with a shotgun to my head, i asked if i can come in, they looked at me and talked and then let me in their house, i passed out, i had lost allot of blood.
i woke up a day later to Helicopter sounds, they were close to ground. tried to jump out of bed but my gun wound, which was on my liver, hurt and i just dropped again. the women came in and said it's all OK in broken English, than the husband came in and told her in Georgian that she shouldn't get close to me. i talked back in Georgian telling them it's okay, i am from Georgia too. he lowered his guard and actually treated me well.
At night, a storm began. it drained out the noise of all infected. it went on for three days but the old couple, named Natela and Tamaz let me stay in their house more and they even let me use quite allot of their food. it was early morning that the storm had settled. city was quite. it seems as if the storm was the cure to the infected. a while later noises started again, but at a very lower amount. it went on for a week, we still had food for a month, so we tried to keep quite to not draw any live and undead.
it was night and i was asleep, then i heard a loud noise and the gunshots, i jumped out with an axe and killed two people.... they had killed Tamaz but Natela was still alive, even though severely wounded. she put her hand on my chest and said: we helped you, you help those who need it.
and so i took that to heart and i am now roaming around, never settling to find those who are being hurt by the wicked. i will do anything to protect the weaker, after all, this is just a matter of survival.