My name is Viridi Duslivski,
I was born in Workuta in Russia. I served in the Russian army for 2 years, as a combat medic. I have a dog, his name is Dimitri, he is a dobermann. He probably can look after himself, but I am worried about my wife who I couldn't talk to since the outbreak. I got deployed in Chernarus with my unit of 9 soldiers. When the outbreak began my unit had to split up in 3 groups of 3, to search for remaining citizens. Timur, Martin and I got caught up in a firefight with an indigenous group Timur got shot in the lungs. I could do nothing for him. We went back to our unit meeting point but no one of the remaining groups showed up, so we decided to search for them. Near Kamensk Martin broke his leg, I tried to help him with a splint but we had to get back to our camp to get needed the medical supplies. On the way back we got attacked by wolves, Martin got badly wounded, his last wish was to redeem him from his suffering. That's how I ended up alone trying to survive this hell.