Denny Jarvis was a hard-working mechanic from New Hampshire. In his free time he enjoyed riding dirt bikes and camping in the woods behind his house. He'd always wanted to go on a cross continental motorcycle adventure. Eventually he was able to scrape up enough money to fly to Europe and start his adventure. On the first day of his journey he unloaded his bike from the shipping crate and packed up his gear. He set off at 5 AM toward the eastern sunrise. The outbreak began several weeks later as Denny was travelling through Northern Turkey. As the infection spread Denny continued along the northern coast of Turkey, oblivious to what was happening until he was stopped by Turkish officials in military uniforms. He assumed it was simply a routine checkpoint and pulled out his passport to show the men. Without examining the passport the men told Denny to turn back or be arrested. He tried to ask for an explanation but the men gave him the same answer "Turn back now or be arrested."
Denny turned back and rode toward the town he had been in the day before. He arrived to find absolute chaos in the streets. Gunshots rang out from down the main road. Just then, a crowd of people came stampeding toward him. Denny whipped his bike around and rode as fast as possible away from the mob. He rode full speed down the coastal highway back toward the military checkpoint he had encountered earlier. Denny knew it had to have something to do with the riots. He thought that maybe the military was keeping them from spreading to neighboring towns. The only way out would be to travel off-road and around the checkpoint. Denny's escape led him down a footpath along some coastal cliffs. By this time the sun had set and a large storm was passing through the area. He could only see what was illuminated by his headlight in front of him. From the darkness came a scream. Just then a sickly looking man covered in blood and soaked torn clothes dove out of the darkness toward his bike. Denny swerved off the wet path to avoid him. He fell off the cliff side and onto the rocks below where he lay unconscious.
He awoke the next morning to a gunshot next to him. He jumped up to see an old fisherman with a shotgun pointed at the bloody corpse of another sickly looking person. The fisherman motioned for Denny to come toward him. He obliged. Denny limped his way down to the water behind the old man. The man got in his boat and motioned to Denny to get in. The fisherman started the engine of the wooden boat and drove it down the shoreline to a small dock in front of a lonely fishing shack. Denny befriended the old fisherman and survived the outbreak alongside him. The man taught Denny how to fish for food and Denny in return helped to maintain the fisherman's boat. The two fended off the infected and scavenged the surrounding area for supplies.
Denny and the fisherman had lived fairly comfortably by the ocean away from much of the fighting and infected. The two were only bothered by hostile survivors one time since he outbreak and the infected rarely attacked in large groups. They never expected what was to come. A violent storm had raged throughout the night. It threatened to tear the small fishing shack from its foundation. The two men were outside attempting to hastily barricade the shack from the storm. As they worked they begun to hear the screams of an infected mob in the distance. They grabbed their weapons and faced the mob as it approached through the storm illuminated by lightning. This was the largest group of infected they had faced. They knew it wouldn't be an easy fight. The fisherman fired the first shots into the darkness. Denny followed with his pistol. The muzzle flash illuminated the mob once more. The two men were surrounded. The fisherman motioned for Denny to get to the boat. Denny fired his last shot into the mob and ran for the boat. He yelled for the fisherman to follow. The old man stood his ground defending his home. Denny watched as the infected engulfed the old man and his shack. He knew there was no saving the old man. Denny fired up the engine and escaped into the tumultuous sea.
Denny washed up on a rocky Chernarussian shore some days later.