As an American from a small town in Virginia growing up in Ukraine in a town called Kruch, life was hard. I never really made any friends seance I was homeschooled so I was always the weird kid in the town of growing up. So I always spent a lot of time in the woods playing until I was old enough to hunt, my mother [Linda Arri] had to teach me seance my father [ Marcus Arri ] was always traveling for work with his Human Rights Group Front Line Defenders (FLD). That's the reason we had to move, he loved his work so much I suspected he loved it more than my mother and me, maybe he did I'm not sure he even knew.
But I know he did everything he could to do what's right and that's wondrous to me not giving in to temptations of money or power but doing what's right for the betterment of everyone around him. And that is a moral I want to live by
And try and show others to live by as well. But he's gone now to join the protests after the attacks in late April in
Chernarus. So I've spent my time helping my mother and hunting until we lost contact with him not able to reach him on anything not even satellite phones and he always picked up he's phone, and then the news of the outbreak. my mother and I thought we were somewhat safe seance we were out relatively in the woods but we were wrong. I woke up to hearing my mother screaming and then 2 gunshots I rushed out of bed to find my mother on the ground with a dead man next to her shes sobbing and holding her arm blood rushing out of her wound I try and bandage it but it was just bleeding too much I can't stop it no matter how hard I try. I just sit there crying, holding my mother as she bleeds out in my arms. She looks up at me and tells me "Everything will be okay.." and hands me the gun and tells me what I need to do I'll never forget the words she told me "Don't let me turn and go find your father" I looked at her in disbelief how could she want me to do this I thought until she yelled out and told me not to disobey her. But I couldn't shoot my own mother so I stood up while she yelled and pleaded louder while I packed my things as I was walking out with tears in my eyes I kneeled down as she kept begging me as I kissed her forehead I asked her to forgive me and that I loved her and I walked out and locked the door never to look back I headed down to our dock nearby and jumped on our boat and headed towards the coast off of Novorossiysk and traveled to Chernarus, I need to make it to Chernogorsk to see if I can find any information in the church they were set up in the last time we talked to him I remember
him saying "im working out of this church in Chernogorsk, after that plane hit its been pretty crazy" and then static. I always just figured maybe it was the weather somehow but not something like this. I'm not too far though almost out of this shithole Novorossiysk . I had a run in with some other travelers. Assholes took everything , I tried getting payback but they cut off my pinky as a warning to never do it again at least they did it to my left hand I guess .they took everything I had and left me with the clothes on my back and thats it. My father's rifle gone, all the food gone I'm not sure what to do all I know is, I'm going to arrive in Chernarus with nothing