Rick Duffy

Before the outbreak i was born in germany and worked in the military. I didn't have a family of my own, but I had a brother and my parents. They died within the first few days. After Day 5, I met a group of survivors and I roamed the city with them for three weeks gathering supplies in the hope that a vaccine would hit the market as soon as possible. As the situation became more and more hopeless and the strays decided more and more that I should flee the city and leave mine behind. Then on December 03, 2021 the borders opened, which I took advantage of to travel as far as possible hoping to find a place away from the pedestrians. Since that day I've been a lone wolf. I kept trying to find my calm, but as expected, I was disappointed every time. I get tired and can't take it anymore, sometimes I think about whether it wouldn't be better to put an end to the horror and kill myself, but then I always think that I am one of the last ones who survived and I am pull myself together and move on. There must be a reason I'm still alive. I wandered and wandered until I came across a map that showed Nyheim as the safe place and last region of survivors. My greatest wish is to meet new people in Nyheim, to survive together and of course to make my contribution.

Kind regards,
Rick Duffy