Jacob, a young man from Glasgow living in a middle class family. He never fit in with any group of people in particular so he would normally sit with nothing but his own thoughts all day every day. His family never noticed how he had no friends, they barely even noticed their own son at all. Jacob never cared for his family or anyone, what was the point? All he cared for was surviving... No matter the cost, he would always find a way. Some days he would go hungry, being left to find his own way in life. So he packed his bags and left at the age of seventeen. Growing up on the streets of Glasgow made him bitter and cold, made him do things he wasn't proud of. He managed to pick up work wherever he could, save up money just enough so he could leave and go anywhere he wanted. It took him two years, but he finally got there. However not all of this money was made from working. He stole from wherever he could, using his mind and planning things out to perfection... But not all plans can always go the way you'd expect. Jacob stole from the wrong people and was forced out of the country, leaving him to buy a plane ticket to Chernarus...
He spent months living in the woods with nothing but a tent and a sleeping bag. It was still better off than what he had before. No one knew where he was, not that anyone cared. Jacob tried to pass time best he could by reading books or just surveying the land, looking at the gorgeous views he had over the towns. This was when he knew that something was not right. Just by looking over the towns, he could see that something terrible was happening, but that didn't bother him... He just watched as people packed up and drove away, never to comeback. Two weeks later, he knew what was happening. The dead were walking and so was he. Food became scarce and survival was all that mattered - kill or be killed, he said to himself. Whoever tried to challenge him, would fall... And whatever he could eat, he would...
- Straight Forward
- Having Authority
Denis "Grachi" Sokolov
- Worn down journal