I awoke on a shore of a lonely place on top a rock, my head is sore. No memory of who I am, where I'm from or what has happened. I'm dressed in some sort of uniform, cargo pants with a blue helmet which has large dint to one side. I'm drenched as though I have came from the sea, I must find fresh clothes. I feel extremely hungry and thirsty and my impulse is to find food and water. Wandering the local towns close to the shore, I realised I also can't read the local signs. How did I end up in a foreign land? I have a strong desire to find others who may be here. Maybe they can help me? Maybe I can help them? Are there others alike me who have no idea what has happened. In my pocket to the left I have a handful of dog biscuits, to my right, a chewed empty water bottle with teeth holes from a dog. Did I have a canine companion? Maybe he is here with me and he has ran into the woods. I must look for him. I hear howls, familiar but different.

Entering the buildings I find fresh clothes and an axe, I head outside and my instincts kick in to make a fire for warmth. I chopped wood and bark as if I knew how to make fire from nothing. Have I trained for this environment before? I gather sticks and tear a shirt I found in to rags. I begin to craft a makeshift backpack from the sticks and rags. It is as if second nature.

I found a compass and headed northeast up the coast. A shipwreck. Is this how I arrived? What happened? Who was I? It looks like a cargo ship, a very familiar cargo ship nonetheless. I have a flashback to working on it with my canine companion. The deck was not packed with many containers. The containers which were there contained tents, food, medicines and stretchers. So strange for this ship to be here, it appears though it has been beached on purpose. I must have been working with Nato as part of the relief effort. This would explain my uniform from when I awoke and the blue helmet. Was I part of search and rescue? Was my companion a search dog?

Memories slowly come back to me, I remember a briefing whilst on board. We were heading to a city named Elektozavodsk where refugees had fled to from the war between Russia and Chernaus over a military base to the north of Severograd. I remember looking at the date on the briefing notes, 23rd July 2017. We were to join an already large flotilla of Nato ships and assist with the distribution of supplies and to get refugees on board. It was stormy on the sea that day.

There are people who look ill wandering aimlessly and groaning. They look sick and unstable, their eyes are bloodshot and puss is coming out of their skin. I keep my distance until I can learn more, this illness could be an outbreak. This does not look like the refugees of a war I was sent to rescue. What is going on here?

Nationality: English
Date of Birth: 06/06/66

Occupation before breakout: Military dog handler

Arrival to Chernaus: 23/07/2017 on a Nato support cargo vessel which we beached during the storm.

Since arriving over a year ago, I have been wandering the land looking for others of a similar fate to myself. Looking to help anyone that needs or wants it. The infected are fast and strong so I avoid them at all costs and only engage if completely necessary.