My name is Harry Adkins, I'm 28 years old, I grew up in a little town called Plainview in Michigan, Plainview was a cookie cutter suburban neighborhood. My family was your ordinary, middle-class family of four, it was my mother, my father, my brother and I, we also had a bloodhound named Scarlet. I liked my place in life, it was simple, but not to simple, I had my share of interesting moments, like most other people. I was never bullied or stood out to anyone, I stayed in the background, away from most human interaction, I didn't have many friends growing up, I tended to stick to my work as a boy scout, and mastered the way of nature. The other kids didn't see my work as cool or useful, but I knew I was smarter than most. I mean, look where smoking pot got em! Dead is where it got em. After I turned 19 I got a lousy 9-5 job in a corporate office, I hated it, not enough time in the wilderness. After a couple promotions I was lucky enough to represent our company in a big presentation to some high class business man, turns out the presentation was in Chernarus. Half way through my presentation everyone heard screaming in the hall-way, a few seconds later the door swung open and I saw about five of those... things... running in, eating people alive, Jesus, looking back, that was terrifying as hell. I managed to get out in one piece, all I had to keep me alive was a couple granola bars and a water.