Born in the metropolis of Miroslavl to a working class, nationalist family, Bronislav Capek would be destined for a role in the Chernarussian Defence Force. His father was a staunch nationalist whom fought for Chernarussian independence come the fall of the USSR, his older brothers would continue this fight for Chernarussian independence in the 2009 civil war, both of them losing their lives to Chedaki terrorists after being conscripted.
The sprawling tent and shack city within the Miroslavl safezone offered minimal comfort for anyone, especially those that were already less than well off before the outbreak. Bronislav's family would barely make it through the onslaught, losing their home to the wave of infection in their district. Although where they lived changed, their lifestyle would remain, both Bronislav and his father would continue to work in working class industries but rather than the asbestos riddled factories it was the dripping outskirts of the walls of the safezone.
Upon turning eighteen, Bron's mother would push for him not to join the CDF after having heard the stories of the battle in Belozersk. Bron himself would resist the temptation to join up, for his mothers sake of course. This resistance to join would be short lived as the month came to an end, upon returning from a couple days with his father at the walls, Bron would return to find a courier in his families shack, his mother crying. He had been conscripted to join.
Despite the stories he had been told about the conscripts that went up north to Belozersk, Bron would remain somewhat faithful in his country and it's protectors, eventually he would find that this faithfulness would pay off, having been conscripted to the 31NBC, a unit stationed to South Zagoria, the backwater of Chernarus according to the NCOs at the training camp. By God's divine grace, Bron would be spared from the almost definite execution that most face in Belozersk.
Oliver Vaclav was one of the other conscripts, one with more experience, the first one he met in fact. Vaclav told Bron stories of his endeavour in other parts of Chernarus as a part of a previous conscript battalion, these stories would last all the way to South Zagoria. The journey through the coast of Chernarus was long, the view of beaten infected bodies lined most of the city roads, the hours it took to get to South Zagoria felt like an eternity. Upon landing in South Zagoria, all conscripts were given their packs once more, their guns had been glued to their hands from bootcamp, their helmets strapped on their heads. A long march up north was due.