My name is Rodger Rhine. I am a young boy, 17 years old, that found myself in a pretty messed up position. My family had recently moved to Chernarus from the state of New York in the United States after my father received a job offer asking him to help with various cases revolving around the civil war and other more civil cases in the Chernaus region. Things started off good for a while, however things quickly went downhill. It all starts back to when I told his father the news. We had just moved to the big city of Novodmitrovsk from small town of Stary Yar after living there for about a year. I got offered a job as a mechanic at the shop down the street. My dad had always wanted me to become a lawyer, and follow in his footsteps as any father want. So of course when my dad heard this news he was hurt and angry. All the effort and money he had put in for his son to pursue having a life just like his, suddenly, just disappeared. I told my father that I was really passionate about cars and that getting this job offer was like a dream come true, but my father didn’t care. He was so furious that his son didn’t want to pursue a job as a lawyer so he started yelling and screaming. I had never seen my father like this. It was almost as if something had taken over him. His father lifted up his briefcase and threw it against the wall. My mother was trying to calm him down but it was no use. I couldn’t take it anymore so I ran out the door and down the street into a tunnel. I sat down and couldn't comprehend all the emotions that were going through me. I was mad, angry, sad; but something changed. Something deep down inside of me changed. It was like I had became a different person. One thing lead to another and this once straight A student was now stealing cars and getting into trouble. Until one night I came home to see this person… this creature, feeding on his mother and father. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I took the bat that we kept by the front door and hit the creature on the head once knocking him to the ground. I held it up and swung the bat again and kept swinging at this thing over and over until I was covered in its blood. I was so overrun with emotions. There was no warning, nothing that lead up to this point that would have prepared me for this time. The time when I would be smashing in the head of an undead cannibal. My life quickly change from being a normal high school student, to a lonely survivor with only one thing that was truly trustworthy. My rifle.