My name is Simon Morrison, i'm an ex-porn star from Montreal who was offered work overseas in Sochi for a couple of days to shoot a scene called Night of the Living Dongs. After months of back and forth with the production company over planning and issues with paperwork with the Canadian Embassy in Sochi, I managed to get my flight booked for the week. To cut costs, the direct flight option was reconsidered for a cheaper flight that would stop in Bucharest before taking a smaller flight to Sochi. During the flight, the copilot had a sudden stroke and a forced landing was put into place so that he could be extracted to the nearest hospital. Romanian Airline Service; TAROM, had recently put into place an internal regulation that required both pilots to be fully functional in order to fly the plane. By only having one capable pilot, the passengers could be put at risk if anything were to happen to the last remaining pilot, which would risk hundreds of lives.
We landed in the middle of a field in the country side where the was no signs of towns or cities in the near vicinity. After the safe landing, the copilot was given CPR but did not manage to survive. With one pilot left and no help in the near vicinity, many of the passengers volunteered to separate and look for signs of help as food and water was running low in the plane. I was joined by a group of 2 young men who did not speak English. We decided to venture South in hopes to find a city where we could call in helicopter support. We had given each other 3 days to look for help and if by the third day we found nothing, we would head back to the plane. Consequentially, we reached the third day hiking through the wilderness and no signs of help which we then decided to make our way back to the plane. After another 3 days of walking back to the field where the plane had landed, we came to the realization that we were left behind as a set of boxes were abandoned where the plane had been parked. On the boxes was a piece of paper which read:
"There has been a deadly catastrophe in the area and we were forced to leave, if any abandoned passengers reads this letter, make your way out of the country as fast as possible, we do not know the cause but we have been informed that it is spreading quickly. Head South to the closest evact site where we have been told you can receive help."
For the next couple of days, we made our way made our way South through the forests and fields, gathering anything we could to stay alive until we reached the checkpoint. On our way down, Timur, one of the men that had come with me became sick and could no longer catch up. He started developing a huge fever which our small quantity of supplies which were left from the plane could not help. We had to leave him behind to seek help.
We eventually reached the checkpoint, which to our worry had been abandoned. There was no signs of life until we saw someone standing still, with seemingly no purpose. We called him to get his attention. The man turned around and started running towards us, his face pale as a ghost. To our worry, we ran away. I ended up losing the man but at the same time, I had been separated from Ilya, the second man that came with me. I never saw him again. With my ability to read Cyrillic, I realized I had entered the region on Chernarus. At that moment I decided to head for the South coast in hopes of finding a ship to make my way out of the area in order to seek help. I found nothing upon my arrival and for the past two years, I have been fighting to survive against these lifeless creatures and elements of mother nature.