My name is Jon Hunter. I was a farmer on the outskirts of a small town called Mannum, on the Murray river. I am of Dutch heritage and was heading to the old country when the outbreak occurred.This was the last flight to leave Australia and return to visit the last of my relations.The pilot turned, we went down of the coast of this place, i made it to shore in one piece. Australia is a long way of so i will use my farming skills to survive and help civilization rebuild. I am a good man who will try to help the weak in this world. Living in country South Australia i was introduced to rifles at a young age, i could hit a rabbit or roo from 100 yards. The ANZAC spirit runs deep in my family, so i have the grit and determination to survive this world and help my friends. I am a old man now but i have some good years left in me yet, if there is a chance to get to my relatives in Holland that will be something that will keep me going. I dont know how this all happened ,but the world has turned into a nightmare, people have changed some are willing to help you and others just want to rob and kill you.
The last 2 years have been very lonely, i have avoided contact with any strangers that i have seen. Not knowing who might be infected this seemed the best action to take. I have a small camp in an area that is very secluded and live of the land.I am seeing less people when i am hunting in the area for food, so now seems the time to find some other people, being on my own is driving me crazy. Maybe i can help others who knows, the need to talk to someone is over whelming.