My family and I came to Chernarus a few years ago when I was able to purchase a small farmhouse with some land. We had the promise of a simple life that included the ability to live off what we made or hunted ourselves. It's difficult to talk about why I am alone now so I'll save that story for another day. When the outbreak first started, from my point of view, I was skeptical of it being a big deal. Skeptical until one morning I saw what appeared to be my neighbor chasing one of our cows in my pasture. Not wanting to believe that there was some virus that reanimates the dead, I was more confused by his behavior than anything so naturally, I went out and called his name. When he turned and looked at me, I knew something wasn't right. He then headed toward me in a full sprint. I tried to reason with him as he got closer but there was no response. As he reached me, I reacted in defense and punched him directly in the face. He hit the ground but was right back up. This was not the neighbor that I knew. It was his body but certainly not him. That was the day I knew this was real. The day I killed my first undead.