My name is Joseph Cantrell, I was a Lieutenant in United States Navy, I was in the 132nd airborne battalion when my team fell in contact with a bunch of "Infected Individuals" at the Chernorussian Air force base north west of a small town named Grishino. Our job there was to defend the base and make sure no outsiders come in. Well, soon enough people were swarming in, trying to get safety. With the amount of noise they were making, a huge herd of Infected was attracted to the base and all the people that were trying to get in died. The Infected were building up and the walls could handle anymore, we started to evacuate Scientist and doctors on planes and Helicopters, but it was already too late. We couldn't get anybody on board the helicopters in time and it was a blood bath. People were dying left and right and all I could do was shoot the infected and try to help as many people as I could. There was a corner of the airfield where there were no infected, so I took my team over there with a couple of scientist and doctors. There was a working Mil mi-14 Russian Helicopter, so we got in and the pilot started the helicopter. We were taking off and safe from the infected. We were flying towards the coast until we were getting gun fire coming from Berezino, there was a lot and the helicopter was getting hit up bad. The engines were being hit too much and they started smoking up. We were trying to fly away but the bullets just kept hitting and then the engine started going aflame. We were trying to land but we ended up crashing in a field. I was the only alive and tried to get out as quick as I could but my leg was aching in pain. I saw six men running towards the chopper and I loaded my M4 Carbine Rifle, waiting for death. I fell unconscious and woke up about a day later. I saw that the only thing I had on was a beige military t-shirt and my pants. My leg felt better until I saw a needle right by my leg. I pulled my leg away and grabbed the needle. It was a Morphine auto-injector. It seemed that those people knew that I was still alive and saw that my leg was in pain. Wondering how they would've known my leg hurt, I remember right before I fell unconscious, I had my leg tucked under me and my hands holding it. I got up still, moving slowly because of how long I was laying down. I got up and started to walk towards the town and once I got there I saw a bunch of infected. I hid right behind a house and started to try to get in the house. The door was locked so I had to try and get into another house. That door was locked too, so I decided to keep looking around. I found a gun, it was a 1911 pistol. It had a 7 round clip in it so I decided to take it. I walked outside and saw a woman looking inside a house or something. I hollered at the lady and asked her if she was alright. She started to hide, I went into the house and tried to look for but I couldn't find her. I saw a door closed, I tried to open it but it was locked. I kicked the door knob off and Then proceeded to kick the door in. The door slammed open and I saw the lady on the ground crying. I asked if she was okay, and she turned around was beatings on her face, and cuts all over her wrist. I told her, that I am not a bad guy and came close to her, she saw the gun in my hand and crawled further from me. She asked me if I was gonna kill her, and I told her that I was a good guy and had no reason to kill. She told me that she was beaten up and tortured. I asked who and she replied with, "A bunch of sick fucks". I told her if she wanted to come with me and she said yes really quick. She was such a beautiful girl, she told me she was 21. I bandaged her cuts and she put her hands on my arms while I led her out of the house. It was such a quiet day, but it was odd because the infected have seemed to run off. We were walking on the beach and I told her that she was very pretty for being in the apocalypse. She laughed and said, "and you're very handsome for a guy in the apocalypse." We both laughed for a little bit and then I told her about how my wife was deceased because of a car crash and how my mom and dad are back in the United States. She said that her parents lived in the Brighton, UK. I could already tell that she was British because of her accent but just didn't ask her. She said that she had a boyfriend but he was killed, ironically in a car crash. I told her that I was sorry and she told me it was okay, and how it happened a couple of years ago. I told her that we have had both of our share of pain in the world. We stood still and asked what my name was, I said (still stuck in my military like talk) Lt. Joseph Cantrell of the 132nd airborne battalion. She looked at me, with a smile and a lip bite. I asked what her name and she said, Kylie Holmes. I smiled and we started to make out on the beach, things started to spice up for the worst until the worst happened. I was shot in the foot and fell to the ground. Kylie started to scream and trying to pick me up. I saw two men walk by my body and saw that Kylie had my gun in her hand. She shot one of them in the arm and the other hit her with the butt stock. one picked her body up and the other walked up to me and smacked my head with the butt stock. The rest lies here as my life continues on in the wasteland.