Slim was born in Anchorage, Alaska to a wealthy family of oil businessmen. From an early age Slim was forced towards education and aiming high to one day run the family business. Slim played along with this dream his family had for him until around the age of sixteen when he started to get into trouble around town. Alaska was boring to Slim, he had grown up seeing all these other places in the world on the internet and always wondered why he was stuck in a place so boring. Eventually his father got sick of his antics and soon realised that his son was not fit to even be trusted with the simple tasks, so he doubted that Slim could ever take over the business.
Through the years Slim got arrested for petty crime until eventually got coerced into robbing an old ladys house by his friends who were getting involved in organised crime. He didn't want to be in the house at the same time as her so he observed until she headed out. He attempted a broad daylight robbery and was caught by a neighbour. When Slim's father got to the police station it took three officers to hold him back from getting to Slim.
Considering the familys reputation, it got swept under the rug very quickly and Slim was released from custody but his father was done with his shit. When they returned a phonecall was made to a Russian oligarch who owned nearly all of south Russia. Arrangements were quickly made for Slim to be taken to a farm in Russia where he would work until he matured. Slim was stupid but knew there was no fighting this, so he bit the bullet and went peacefully although would never forgive his family.
The next day he was on a private charter place at the age of seventeen to work for the next four years. The farm was a twelve hour car journey from the airstrip, a farmer greeted them as they arrived and Slim didn't even look at him, he was too worried about having no access to his instagram or snapchat. There was no going back now, by now he had come to terms with the punishment.
A week went by and Slim didn't think it was all that bad, having something to do all day made time go fast and he was exhausted so he slept like a baby every night. One night he awoke to an engine roaring sound, at first he thought it was a tractor, but at 2 am? The sound got louder and louder, he quickly threw on clothes and ran outside. In the sky there was a formation of Chinooks travelling south, farmer Dimitri came stumbling out and showed great concern, he had broken English so he and Slim could not converse too well.
Days later Slim was sitting eating his lunch, when he saw three figures wandering around a field closeby, "what the fuck!?" he thought, theres no other houses for hundreds of miles, he quickly shouted for Dimitri who opened the door and grabbed his shotgun when he spotted the people walking in his field. They both jumped the fence and Slim let Dimitri approach first with the shotgun down by his side. As they got closer it was clear they were people, Dimitri shouted something in Russian when they got close and the strangers quickly turned in his direction and started to sprint towards him. He raised his shotgun and started to shout warnings. Dimitri looked back at Slim with a look of terror which froze him in place, he opened fire with the shotgun, headshotting the first of three, pumped the next shot which hit the second in the chest, to his surprise the bastard kept running towards him. With barely any distance betweem them he pumped the next shot and fired dropping the next, the third reached him and was able to grab hold before Dimitri could pump the shotgun, he threw the shotgun down while he got taken down.
Slim's ears were ringing from the gunfire and as he gained his bearings he saw Dimitri getting ripped apart, he grabbed the shotgun and started to beat what he only assumed was someone who was crazy or on drugs. After the struggle stopped, Dimitri was barely still alive, Slim was losing his mind. As he looked up he noticed more than ten more figures bust out of the woods and sprint towards him. Dimitri beckoned him and mustered enough breath to say "south, south, south," and with his final bit of strength he pointed south. Slim assumed he stood a chance of survival if he made it south. Slim ran back to the house and baricaded the door. "Are they fuckin zombies or something holy shit," he thought, Dimitri now had a crowd around him and nothing was left after long. The beings slowly dispersed as Slim watched from the house.
He quickly got to action and packed as many supplies as he could and waited out the night to set off in the morning. "South Zagoria," to the south on an old map he found. The ghost was clear in the morning so he set off. Slim thought all those episodes of Bear Gyrlls was finally going to pay off, he felt excitment boiling inside him mixed with fear. He walked for the whole day through the woods using the sun to keep south. He climbed a tree to wait out the night, next day set off again "I've got like a weeks supplies, I might be fucked," as he was walking through the forest he noticed a clearing in the trees. As he approached he saw a dirt road, "A ROAD!" he ran towards it. When he reached it he was stood at the top of a hill looking down into a small town. With pace he walked in and noticed a sign, "Dobroe," he pulled out the map and found it, "FUCK YES! but what now...?" he thought. Slim had found civilisation. The town was empty but with recent signs of life, which led him to believe it may be the apocalypse.
To be continued™