My name is Björn and this is my story.
Chapter 1 - Life in the forest
I grew up in the middle of the forest with my mother, father and 3 brothers. Fighting, vodka and hard work was the only things surrounding my childhood. Our father's woodcutting business became our business before we even got out of school. Not much time for playing and messing around. We got strong and tough and were never scared of bullies and other small town dangers...the biggest danger for our family was our own father. His fuel was vodka and it made him unpredictable and violent. We learned how to take a hit or two without falling... His journey ended when he got crushed under a three in front of his own sons. Fucking idiot... My brothers split the scene as they saw it as a way out of this hell hole. I was left carrying the weight of the company on my shoulders. The only brake I got was during the one obligatory year of Finnish military service. I loved the part with guns and shooting but my issues with authority made my year in the military a bit shorter. As I had never got the chance to experience the world, taste different cultures, have my own adventures, fall in love....the dream of one day getting to leave everything behind and just drive away on my bike grew stronger and stronger. A while after my fathers death my mother found another asshole in a bar, left and never came back. A new guy who could beat her up for supper every night. There goes the last idiot in my life...
Chapter 2 - On the road
I finally got every piece together and the company ready for selling. It didn´t leave much in my pockets after all dept was payed but enough for me to start my journey. The only things I kept was my bike and all the stuff I could fit in a few bags. My plan was to ride south. Through Europe, around the Black sea, through Russia and on.... It was a beautiful feeling of freedom when I passed countries and cities I´d only heard and read about. I found some new friends but had difficulties letting people close. So I kept on riding. I was on my way into Russia when my old bike started having problems. I decided to aim for the coast of the Green Sea where I could try to order parts for the bike. I drove into Chernarus and found a little city called Solnichniy. I found an old fisherman named Dominic who had a garage where I got to take the bike in parts to order new ones. Dominic told me it might take a while for them to arrive but I never understood exactly why because of the language barrier. He never got my name right so he always called me "викинг", meaning "Viking". But from the news I could understand that the situation was a bit tense in the country at the moment. It didn´t take long before we became good friends with Dominic and I started helping him with the fishing. Still no parts..
Chapter 3 - The outbrake
Dominic decided to go on a longer fishing trip for a couple of weeks and asked me to join him. I went along because I really didn´t have any hurry getting anywhere. Isolated at sea we had no idea of what was going on after our radio got dark. We decided to finish our trip and fill up the boat before returning. It wasn´t before we began to see military planes flying over Chernarus and hearing bombings over land we started driving back home. When we returned we went straight to Dominic´s neighbor to hear about what was happening. The house was left empty and we stared walking down the street. After a few minutes we saw another neighbor walking around the yard. Dominic went to her while I waited on the road. Suddenly she jumped him and went straight for his neck. Blood started spraying everywhere and I started running to help him. I stopped when people looking like walking dead started to pour out of the buildings around us. The last thing Dominic shouted before going silent was "RUN!" Trusting him completely I started running and went straight into the forest where I knew how to become invisible.
Chapter 4 - The new life To be continued...