The character I wish to embody is Fredrik Karlsson. He is now 23 years old and lives by himself.
He was part of a rich swedish family before the outbreak. He lived in the northern part of sweden together with his mother, father, sister and girlfriend. When the outbreak took place, we all tried to get to the east to calmer and safer grounds. We drove on both small and big roads in our state of the art RV outfitted with makeshift armour plating for extra security. For the first months, everything went as planned. We got further and further east until, one day, we encountered a big group of looters who rammed us of the road. My father, who was behind the wheel, instantly died on inpact with the road fence. He got pierced by a long piece of metal that went through the windshield. The rest of us fled into the woods with as many supplies as we could carry. The looters hunted us for days and soon enough our food ran out. My mother and my sister were the next to die to exhaustion and starvation. Me and my girlfriend kept on going for a while, finding an old car that was able to take us out of reach of the looters. Sadly, my girlfriend died a few weeks later from food poisoning.
Since then I've been a lone wolf. These events have made me very cautious of strangers. But it has also strengthen me as a survivor. I've gotten quite good with rifles from simple hunting.
After hearing about Chernarus, a safe haven, on the radio I made my way there to find new friends and family. However, the previous happenings forever haunts me.