My name is Nick Ingram and I'm from a small town outside of Albany. Most of my family still live in Greece and I would live there too if not for the fact that my parents flew here before I was born. I've just graduated high school and decided to visit the rest of my family in Greece. My parents weren't sure, but I was insistent and so they relented. I booked a flight to Greece and I was off. I arrived and took a train to Athens where my uncle said he would meet me. I waited in a hotel for a day while he was arriving. Around this time some strange reports started to come in from the news. They were talking about some new epidemic that was seemingly incurable. When my parents heard about this they damn near ordered me to book a flight home, but when I arrived at the airport an armed guard turned me around saying all flights in and out of the country had been canceled. My uncle suggested we take a boat up north where he had some family friends. We tried to find a larger boat to take us but they were all heading west. We found passage with a kind old man who was heading north. A few nights into our voyage we were hit by a strong storm. I don't remember much, aside from the cold and the fear. I regained consciousness on the coast of Chernarus. I was now alone in a cold lonely world.