On a cold night near the fire I was talking to my old friend Omar Ali, asking me about my past.
I was born in a remote country where war was fought. My childhood was difficult. When I was ten years old I was forced to defend my family in one of the attacks of an extremist group of terrorists. The first time I took up arms I could not do much. I remember only the voice of arms and lots of blood. A few days later, I joined the army under Brigadier General ****. I was derby every day to become a strong soldier. After dozens of operations, I was one of the best snipers under the command of the brigade and once on one mission I was sent on a mission to assassinate a terrorist commander who buys weapons inside a small airport near Krasnostav The watchman noticed that things were starting to get taint Strange, the city was quiet, as if a ghost town, After a few hours I began to see the soldiers and the people moving on a strange way, Wright, a group of soldiers attacking each other and if with the goal of me eating in front of me I was not absorbed what happens and took the preaching of the destroyed ruins to shelter me to see what happens because it looked scary and after a few days silence so silent I entered this hell named chernarus