Hello..... my name is Joe and I am a marine veteran that has just gotten home from 2 tours in Iraq. I got home and saw shit was hitting the fan and decided to get my Uncle's boat and set sail due East. Packed up all my marine gear packed up including my trusty Glock 19 and all my hunting and camping supplies and started my journey. I am trying to find a piece of land to dock my Uncle's boat. I later landed at a Svetloyarsk (СВЕТЛОЯРСК), and started looking for supplies. I headed back to my boat to discover that it was no longer there and that I was stranted... Now I am starting to settle down in some tree's not to far off of Svetloyarsk (СВЕТЛОЯРСК) the main town I landed in. Tomorrow will mark 6 months of being settled in my new house. Yesterday some weird shit started happening... these guys started banging on my door and smashing there head off it. They broke into my house and I had no choice but to shoot them. They didn't DIE until I shot them in the head. I dragged there bodies into a near ditch and went into my house . I later started to think about it... It is almost like they are zombies!!! Over and out fellow survivors.