The infection poured into Elektrozavodsk like flood water rushing through a cracked dam. Bam! Bam! The sound of the family rifle echoed throughout the household as a mother and child, bound up in chains, were finished off. These individuals were not innocent bystanders, they were something much worse, the living dead. The executioner was not a monster, he was the father, Frankie Zulani. Frankie, a native, had spent the majority of his life in Chernarus, taking on odd jobs which only added to his skill set. However, he settled with taking up a medical job much like the rest of his lineage. He was a socially outgoing father who took God and family above all else. But, with the recent events that unfolded he is now without a family or God. Frankie had always been told by his father, "The day in which we are truly tested shows what kind of man we are, not the amount of guns on your shelf." Frankie was sure that his father was long dead by now, along with any hope he had for a bearable existence. However, Frankie marched out of his house that day, without turning the rifle on himself; for he knew that he had to survive for the sake of his family. With a family picture in his pocket and rifle in hand, along with various supplies stuffed into a crude rucksack, Frankie begun his journey.