Initially a Civil Engineer visiting distant family past Sinistok in north west Chernarus, far from the news of the outbreak. Weeks passed with only small rumour of the devastating plaque that littered the denser populated parts of the state. Before long wandering infected made their way into the woods and further north, narrowly passing the house and sometimes getting to close for comfort. On one dark night a wandering hoard came into the confides of the house with the promise of meat as last nights kill hanged outside to dry. But got far more than they bargained for.
Dale was upstairs when the door busted down and around 5 strong infected began gnawing and gashing at his sleeping relatives. The deafening screams and sound of inconsistent gun shots confirmed to him that all hope for his relatives was lost. It was now up to him to survive.
Grabbing what little possessions he had, he filled his bag promptly and escaped through a narrow window. He fled the house not stopping once to look back, knowing he would never return to this house. The pain it represented was to numb. He was now alone, scared and consumed by darkness.
Days passed and Dale aimlessly wandered the surrounding area, briefly striding past Tisy military encampment only to hear the distant sound of high calibre shots. Not knowing the status of the military forces, he was reluctant to approach but preyed that civilians hadn’t turned against each other in such a minute period.
The passing of infected was omnipresent. Dale doing everything he could to avoid any contact, he knew it would be at some point he would have to take arms and fend them off. Something that played on his mind relentlessly.
In his travels he had managed to procure an old beaten radio and withered 9V battery to power it. He would sit for long periods of time changing the frequency waiting for any trace of sound, something to prove to him that he was not alone in the struggle to survive. A promise of encampment and safety is what he longed for and the radios charged slowly fissured out. He would keep looking for sources of power to keep it going in the hope of making contact. He knew himself that the only way to survive would be to band together with others. He had his skill set and felt it would be paramount in the rebuilding of civilisation, if it’s not to late for that already.
Dale continued to roam picking up any supplies he could and was able to get by fairly comfortable and navigated the vast countryside with the aid of maps and a compass, as his local knowledge was limited to the north and he wanted to venture south to the coast in hope of evac or some form of military stronghold.
He would do anything it took to survive, only had himself to care for and a moral compass that would sound in it’s own right. But this harsh new world has it’s ways of changing that in the drop of a hat.