My name is Jimmy, and I'm a fuck up. This is my story.
I was born in December of 92 to a Russian father and English Mother, god bless her soul. She was a beautiful blonde haired english woman and my Father, I dont really like to talk about him. They met in a little cafe in Venice and it was love at first sight they told me.
It was sometime after my 5th birthday I think that my father came home drunk for the first time and well, I don't think I liked him much after that. It must have been when I was about 12, they were coming back from a work thing and dad being plastered as always ended up plowing into the back of a truck. I wont go into details but the wrong person survived.
After that my life took a dive for the worse. My father couldnt control me, drugs were my only escape. Now you may be thinking what sort of 12 year old does drugs but in the part of London that I use to live, drug dealers would see crack to your baby if it had the cash.
I spent the next few years getting high and skipping school. Getting into fights over meaningless shit and getting arrested. I never found a job and loved living off the Taxpayers money.
My father passed away in the spring of 2017 and amazingly, left me a small fortune which I wasn't expecting at all. I decided this would be the start of a new life for me and started looking at a tour of the world. I spent the first few months travelling Europe before I ended up In Chernarus where my journey ultimately comes to an end.
I arrived just before the outbreak after being told it was a lovely little place with some nice forests to explore (Im a sucker for exploring things) even though it had just been through some troubles.
I spent my first few weeks loving life and thinking that Chernarus could become my new home. I found myself a girlfriend and things were going great. Even with a bit of a language barrier but we were both happy to learn, although she was much better at learning english than I was learning Russian ha!
Not long after that the outbreak and the troubles came. We were scared at first, everything was a mess. People started to Riot and loot and the Military had all but lost control just about.
It was during this time I lost my girlfriend to the madness. Someone was screaming something about infected and starting shooting at anyone he could see. I took a grazing shot to the arm and as I turned and screamed at Lydia to run I saw her crumple to the floor and a dark patch starting to appear on her chest... I ran, and have been running ever since.