Dylan was an avid traveler, he loved to go to different countries and provide quality airsoft events for his friends, paying customers and also the interested locals. He had been told by his friend Matt that the area surrounding Chernarus had some ideal hot spots that had been previously used by the Chernarussian owner of his airsoft company back in England. The owner's name was Alexej Kalous, and he had suggested to Dylan that he knew some Chernarussian officials who would let them use the Pavlovo Military base for an airsoft event as it was currently being unused. On the flight over to Chernarus, Dylan noticed Kalous acting strange, speaking in his native tongue and drawing up maps and jotting notes he was unable to read. He also saw Kalous recording his voice into a device, hearing his own name amongst a list of others. He assumed that this was part of the agreement for security purposes.
The plane came in to land a the North East Airfield and after a rickety landing the plane slowed to a stop. Dylan emerged from the door of the plane and smiled, the dense forests and natural beauty of Chernarus took him by surprise and his excitement for the rest of his stay mounted. They hiked through the terrain for 2 days, stopping at towns in between to recoup and gather energy, Dylan had unnervingly began to notice the lack of people around the area, houses were deserted, shops left open, items strewn across the floor. He keep this at the back of his mind before setting off for the last time towards the Pavlovo town. Upon reaching the church, Kalous told everyone to pick a house and rest up for the night, as they would start the event at sunrise. He felt uneasy at just staying in a deserted house but he walked around for a bit and found a wooden cabin he took a liking to. He laid down his backpack, pulled out his sleeping bag and started to doze off. All of a sudden he awoke to pitch black, a hand covering his mouth, and then a burlap sack was shakily wrestled over his head and he was knocked unconcious.
He drifted in and out of conciousness and could hear the faint Chernarussian voices, one of which belonging to Kalous.
"Tohle jste mi řekli? Nové testovací podložky, ano Kalous?"
("These are the ones you spoke of, the new test subjects yes Kalous?")
"To je to, co bylo dohodnuto, jsem si jistý, že budou více než dost pro vaše experimentální přátele. Teď, když mám platbu, nechám je s tebou."
("This is what was agreed upon, I'm sure they will be more than enough for your experiments friend. Now that I've got my payment I'll leave them with you.")
Dylan slumped back into unconsciousness. A few hours later, the burlap sack was ripped from his head and a harsh bright light greeted his eyes. A single man walked about the room, eyeing him up before taking a deep breath.
"Your friend Kalous has done us well, kept his part of the deal, now he is dead."
"We have some....very interesting ideas in store for you Mr Moby, you are going to be exposed to varying degrees of a chemical, and we will see how----"
*gunshots begin to ring off from the room next door, the man's radio springs to life and a voice shouts something in Chernarussian before a violent scream breaks out and the man quickly turns the radio off*
The man then proceeds to run to the door, gun in hand, and open it. He runs through and more gunshots can be heard from inside the compound. Dylan looks around, confused as ever, and manages to get free of the zip-ties on his hands and then his feet. He stands up, picking up a combat knife left by the man, and peaks around the door. The corridors of the complex are littered with bodies, blood paints the walls and screams can be heard from deeper into the compound as well as the echo of gunfire. Dylan looks around for a moment and his gaze lands upon an exit, he makes a dash for it and escapes into the forest that was neighbouring the compound, dehydrated and panicking, he runs into the wilderness, unsure of direction.