Born while my parents were vacationing to Svetloyarsk for fishing, I knew I had to return. Svetlo was my dream life, fishing during the day and living a quiet life with my loving wife. I had heard rumors of an infection before I left for a trip out to sea. Unfortunately, after a fruitless fishing trip, I returned to the outbreak. It was chaotic but I managed to get back to my house, it seemed untouched at first. However, as I entered I could tell all was not well. Blood and mayhem, furniture knocked over and cabinets open. Was there a robbery, an assault? The answer came quickly enough when I entered my bedroom to see my wife, or what remained, agitated in the corner. I was able to close the door before she lunged at me. I knew what I had to do. 2 to the head later, I knew my former life was over. From then on, I have dedicated my life to cleansing Svetloyarsk of the infected or I will die trying.