I'm a 21 year old mecial student from America, called Benjamin Wailly. Me and my friend Darius had a two week long break from university. Because we love hiking and travelling, we took a vacation to the beautiful, green country of Chernaurus. So we jumped on the first plane that was available, taking only a hiking backpack, stocked full with cash and hiking gear, with us. Our trip mostly was just hiking from village to village sleeping in tents and sniffing up the culture. Sometimes there were nice locals who led us stay in their barn or even in their home. From time to time, when we encountered a big city, we would treat ourselfes to a warm hotelroom, a nice hot meal and some pints at the local bars.
But one day something changed. On that day we were sleeping in a hotel in the city of Elektrozavodsk (Elektro). We woke up, very early in the morning, from the noice that came from the streets. Quickly we dressed ourselfes and went out on the street to see what was going on. Ones out on the streets we got swarmed by a crowd of people and were pushed in one direction. We didn't even get to pack our stuff and take it with us. The military and police were leading people out of the city on boats and busses. The city was being evacuated. Because of the crowd me and Darius were pushed away from eachother and lead to different busses. I used everything I had to try and get back to him. That was the last time I saw him. Ones the bus was full, it started driving, but not for very long. It crashed, I hit my head somewhere and I passed out. I woke up in the middle of the night. My head was beating, I was in pain, I was scared and alone. Everywhere around me I heard scary noises, so I just ran as far I could into the forest. For days on end I was roaming the forest alone, trying my best to survive. Luckily I stumbeled upon a nice farmer who fed me and gave me water. Ofcourse i didn't speak the language, so he tried to explain what had happened. With a vague idea of the situation, a couple of days later, i left the farmer in search of Darius. If he's still alive. Maybe one day, I'll find my way back to America, somehow. But I'll probably never see my friends and family again. Let's hope that not the entire world has fallen.