Glancing through the torn rucksack, you find a small journal with some scribbles, drawings, and other various notes, headlined initially by what appears to be a small auto-biography.
To anyone who may find this, it's likely that I'm not in so great of shape. Regardless of where...or what, I suppose...I may be right now, I want to share a bit of my story with you - it's hard to die if someone still remembers your name. Well, my name is Isaac Greene.
I was a medical student in western Pennsylvania, originally, attending a local college. My family was poor, you know, rural. Small bit of farmland, lots of woods - fun place to grow up as a kid, bad place to grow up as an adult. I got to my schooling mostly by the good grace of scholarships, and a lot of hard work to pay for books and board. Coming up on the last bout of my internship, I heard news of troubles spreading across the eastern edge of Chernarus, though this was before the magnitude of the situation was really grasped by any involved. Not so lucky for me, I signed on-board with a medical corps relief effort in order to get some breaks on my loan repayment. That landed me square in the middle of all of this mess. Helping out with the medical side of things, I'm damn lucky that I didn't get myself killed during the first week of this nightmare.
Since then, I've been moving from place to place lending aid where I can - everyone could use a medic about these days, it seems, so I've been trying to spread myself out as much as I can. Hopefully reading this, I'm still out there and you finding this is a sign of good things, and maybe I'll see you around - if you ever need a medic, just remember my name - so long as folks need a hand, I'll be out there.