My name is Nick. Nick was born in Prague, Czech Republic. As a kid I was always bullied for my appearance. I was a ginger, on top of being shy by nature which automatically made me an out-cast. I was picked on none stop in grade school. Everything from pumpkin head to albino, I had heard it all. I was a social pariah. This, unfortunately carried on through middle school right up to the point my parents pulled me from school for home schooling. This was an every harder blow to my already low social skills, plunging me into a world that didn't involve others. My parents worked all the time leaving me at home to do school, by my self. I would go weeks without talking to anyone outside of my house hold. I would go on to graduate my make-shift home school high school. I was now 18, my own man, my own free man who's parents either couldn't or just didn't want to support him anymore. I was told to go out and find a job, even though I hadn't the means to do so. I had no social skills at all nor a real education. I started working odd jobs, doing whatever I could to make money. I eventually landed a crappy job driving a dump truck. It was perfect, pay was decent and my hermit like life style was acceptable for such a position. After working there for sometime and saving every one of my small paychecks I decided it was time to get a place of my own. Moving into my own place was a huge step for me . There was a girl, that worked as the receptionist at the trucking company I worked for. Her name was Andrea and she was beautiful! After seeing her every day but never talking to her, I finally gained the courage to do so. I stuck up a conversation and we hit it off. After 3 months, we were married. Now a bit older, starting a family was on our minds, and after all I now had an apartment and the necessary income to do it. After a lot of trying my gorgeous daughter, Ida was born. Things were looking up in my life. I had a family, a decent paying job in a decent house. "It's only up hill from here" I told myself. If only I knew how wrong I was. There was reports of a sickness in Europe. "They will figure it out before I has a chance to spread, after all the Czech Republic is far away from Europe." my wife told me. "There's no way it could spread all the way here!" my co-workers told me, relaxing my nerves. Little did I know relaxing my nerves should have been the last thing on my priority list. Headlines are reading "More and more people infected, no cure found yet. This.... sickness is causing your loved ones, your friends, your family, to turn on you, to kill you!" Before we knew it England's military had been over run, then France, then Switzerland. This is big, this problem isn't going away and its getting closer, I said to myself. They are flooding over into Germany at this point, if Germany falls, we are next. We promptly packed our things! From my knowledge of being a long haul trucker I knew of a place where we could go, a place where there wasn't as many people, after all it can't spread without people. This place was called Chernarus. The dense forest, unforgiving climate, and gross lack of people in the country side would be a perfect refuge. Andrea strapping in the baby, off they set. They had packed the family sedan full of everything that would fit. It was a long quiet trip, they both somehow knew they would never return to there old lives. The life they had built together. The life that was just starting to turn around for Nick and Andrea. Kamenka was their first stop in Chernarus. The people there seemed nice, they spoke a slightly different language then the Czechs did but it had slavic roots, so they could get around. They drove past Kamarovo and the airstrip at Bolta where they saw the military ramping up to fight the infection, need be. Arriving in Chernogorsk for gas, they talked to the locals and got the popular opinion of they had nothing to worry about, the infection is so far away and the Chernarus military is so strong, they would be fine. This reassured the anxious Nick. They had planned to head north from there but hearing the talk of the people and seeing such strong military presence, had no real reason to. After all the infection was so far away and the military was strong enough! I regret that decision every second. They bought a smaller, less nice place in the northern residential area of Chernogorsk, using the money from the sale of their home. They were lulled into a false sense of security. Watching the news and reading the paper, the war effort against the undead seemed to be effective, it seemed they were slowing down, "Maybe it will be fine, and I can go back to my old life, my new born can go to school one day and me and my wife can go back to the way things used to be", I told myself. Then, one fateful morning, before the sun had risen yet. I was awoken to the sound of gun fire. I was confused "Maybe it's just a training drill, those had happened fairly often but never at 4am" springing down stairs and looking out over the town, everything seemed to be normal, everything but the explosion of gun fire that has yet to stop after nearly a minute. Turning on the tv I was met with panic. A massive hoard of the undead had somehow slipped under the radar, coming in from the west. Suprising our military forces that were supposed to defend us. couldn't even defend themselves! Springing into action Andrea grabbed Ida from her sleep, which caused Ida to promptly start screaming as an annoyed and startled baby does. Grabbing some of our things we threw in the car. I ran outside to start the car so it could be ready to go, while Andrea and Ida were grabbing a few last things inside. I shut the car door and started the car, turning on the headlights to discover they are right on top of us. they are on the streets, sidewalks, yards, everywhere! The gun fire still hasn't stopped and the undead are approaching closer and closer, I scream "Andrea!" to the top of my lungs, no response. I scream again "Andrea we need to go right now!". The undead are getting closer, they are now in between the car and the house, surronding the car to the point I can't see past them. There are so many, 20, 30 , 40 ,50 , at least! At this point I'm panicking, my daughter and the love of my life are inside, defenseless! I slam the car in reverse and floor it, shoving them to both sides of the car and running some over. I then slam it back to first and punch it, yet again ramming through the hoard trying to pull close enough to pick Andrea up. I've done it! II'm right beside the house now, right at the door in fact! I know I don't have a lot of time so I quickly hop out and swing the door open, only to find my wife and new born, laying, screaming, being torn apart. I could see everything, bone and organs a like. My wife, still conscious screams for me to save myself. Thinking in my mind "They are far too gone to save." I make the yet another horrible decision. I turn around a run. I narrowly make it back in my car only feet from the door. Slamming it into gear and ramming through the crowd yet again. I make it to the road and I don't stop. The gun fire still hasn't let up. The smell of gun powder and rotten meat, the sound of gun fire, and screams of the living. That will never leave my mind. I see my wife pinned, by a group of the undead, tearing her flesh apart every time I close my eyes. I hear her voice all the time. I can't escape it. I can't escape the guilt of choosing to save myself, even though they were already gone. I should have stayed in the God damn house and died with them. I drove, and I kept driving, and I kept driving until the car wouldn't drive any more. " Out of gas!" I screamed as I kicked the car. I left the useless hunk of metal there. I walked and walked until I couldn't walk anymore, finding a place in the words to rest. Upon waking up to day light, and realizing it hadn't been some sick nightmare, I had a melt down. I screamed and cried and thought about killing myself. I should have killed myself, I don't deserve to live. I can't even keep my family a live, why should I live? Pulling myself together and dusting myself off I swore revenge. Revenge against those damn things, those monsters. That's why I live. The only reason I live, everyone one of those things I kill is one less monster that can do that to another person. My name is Nick, and I hunt the un-dead.