The name is Jimmy Dean Haywood, the only child, born and raised from the parts of Southern Texas, near San Antonio. Well before this shit show started I was a small rancher with a lovely wife, Sara Jane Montgomery. Oh how I miss that woman even more with every passing day, we used to go to church every Sunday with her pa and ma; but sorry back to me. My only damnedest reason that I'm here for is that foolish inheritance, from my third cousin, who supposedly didn't have any other family, never met this feller or heard of him from my family; but well when you're told there's 200 acres of frozen land, that's now yours you tend to be a bit curious about it. When the airports started shutting down and the environment was peculiar, there I was just wanting to get home back to my Sara Jane. I met one feller with the hot sweats, which I should've payed more attention to, any who he barely spoke English that said, "for some rubles he could take me where I needed to be." Of course this offer took my fancy, was this damn close to just calling this inherited land quits so I could get home. I fell asleep in the front seat and woke up in a flurry, to us flying off the road and into a ditch. I ended up crawling out of the car just in time fore it caught on fire. Well course I ran to the other side to get that said feller outta the car, but he wasn't there, but sure enough I saw him stumbling towards me. I caught him in my arms his jaw was broken and just hanging there he started trying to bite at me. Course I threw him off me that's when I noticed more people just like him shortly behind. I didn't like the scenery of what was happening so, I grabbed my bag that was tossed out of the car laying on the road and saw a sign that said Chernogorsk ahead 13 KM, well here we are lost in some foreign country. Amen, may God, guide me home.