In the beginning, there was only Chaos, the gaping emptiness. Then, either all by themselves or out of the formless void sprang forth three more primordial deities. Gaea, Tartarus and Eros. One Eros was there, Gaea and Chaos were able to procreate and shaped everything that is both known and unknown in the universe.
I was born in Sussex, United Kingdom with a run of the mill, Christian family. They were strict and traditional, so I was raised in such a manner that I felt like running away so I could be free. My frie - dead friend, Artemis. She told me about the goddess she was named after. I was raised to believe there was only one God, and that was that.
I became more and more interested in the history and mythology of the ancient Greeks, and when I was a bit older, around 8, I began to believe in the Olympian Gods. My parents didn't like that. When I said they were strict, I meant crazy. They cut me and beat me for not believing in their religion and such. I didn't like that. I rebelled by breaking many rules that they put in place, still following the Gods that resided on Mount Olympus.
They kicked me out, simple as. I lived with Artemis and her family - who were non-religious, but aristocratic. They took me in as one of their own and I felt like I had my new family. In their library - the book that changed me forever. The Iliad. I learnt many things thanks to Homer. I read this for days, weeks and became obsessed with the Gods, mythology and ancient heroes.
When I was 16, I went with Artemis, now my girlfriend, to Athens, to visit Zeus' temple and amaze myself in the old world. But...
Something ate her. I watched, helplessly. I ran, and ran, and ran. I never looked back. I took off and found myself at a pier and hopped onto the first boat I could find, with a necklace that Artemis gave me in her final moments. I paddled, and paddled - finding myself in Istanbul and restocking myself with food, water and a gun. I found a better boat with an engine and headed off in a random direction, praying to Poseidon that I would make it so safety. I woke up to a beached boat and next to a lighthouse. Did Poseidon lead me to here? I put all my faith into him and climbed the lighthouse and looked into the closest city. There was... nothing.
I just stood there. Alone. I had to have had a special look on my face, I could feel it. I stood there for hours and all I did was watch. I saw a few of the living and just watched them... die.
I knew I couldn't stay there. I prayed to Athena and headed north, as far as I could before I came across a isolated log cabin and just stayed there. I prayed and prayed to the Olympian Gods hoping to stay safe and alive. I.. I think it worked, but I've had the feeling to go out for the first time in years. The Gods must have had something for me. But... what? I need answers, but for now, I've got to survive.
Chest: Nipples cut off by Dylan MacLeod | One large slash across chest, multiple cuts on wrists ( Pre-Outbreak) | 5.56 GSW in hip and left hand
Legs : 5.56 GSW in left thigh
Light Green = Closest Friend - Blue = Close Friends - Green = Friends
Emily is someone that I met not too long ago. When she found me, she was injured. Shot in the leg. I did what I could, and told her she needed to return the favour later on. Little did I know that the favour would be needed so soon. She patched me up herself and did a good job at it. Without eachother, both of us would be dead. Two peas in the same messed up pod.
I tend to leave her on her own, which is stupid of me considering she's injured. I don't plan to leave her anytime soon, until she's able and ready to get going.
She seems barely younger than me, and I think she has a lot to learn. Chances are she's a clean slate. Never shot a person or probably even how to use a gun. I'll have to see soon.
Even though I haven't known Emily as long as anyone I knew previously, I can trust her fully. She is my confidant and closest friend. Emily, right now, is my one and only priority.
Steven would sacrifice himself for her with zero hesitation.
I've met Laska twice - both times in the Zelenogorsk Military area. The first time wasn't so pleasant - thanks to Maxim, someone in Kamenici - but the next time I saw her was definitely nicer than before. She was without Maxim, and initially, she seemed nervous for any interaction, before I called her out from around the corner. She remembered my face - thankfully and didn't shoot me. We had a little talk, before my leg injury decided to kick in and she offered to help me walk to the closest house. I believe she did rob Dead Horse, back in the day - but I wasn't part of them, and Mac Tire has since disbanded - so I don't really care. She wasn't part of GenZ when they wasted my time either, so I like her more than I do the others. I still don't like them for that.
She offered me a cig, I lit hers and then we just began talking. I think we even had a conversation in Chernarussian to brush me up on it.
I think I could trust her, but it needs more time before I can say for sure.
Ellie Hoste, Jaromir Lucic and Nikolai Hagelund
I have to admit - I've literally met these guys twice. But in that time, I saw how much these three care about each other. These three were the civilians in Mac Tire, and the ones who we promised to keep safe. I guess they didn't really need that since they're far from any civilization and don't hang around hot spots. I'd like to get to know them more - if I can find them - but something I know is that I probably won't be able to join this trio in running around everywhere - as I don't think I have their trust as much as they do in each other. I like them though. They're funny, Ellie has a hell of a foul mouth and I like seeing Nikolai being her guardian / protective father-in-the-making - same with Jaro.
Peace to the fallen
I'm sorry Emma. I'm sorry I wasn't there to stop what happened, and I wish I could have told you I loved you one last time. I'm sorry. I regret leaving you in Stary.
Even after all the things you did, you still took me in whilst I was on my damn knees. You made me feel safe. You made me feel cared about. I'm sorry.
I love you.
Rest In Peace, My Little Bunny.