I grew up in Philadelphia alongside my 3 brothers, my mom and and my dad. I enjoyed the city, but I began to feel unfulfilled with my lifestyle. I realized how dependent I was on others, not able to live a life for myself. I was beginning my college education, my first year, when I heard about the outbreak. My brothers were in Russia for a student trip, and my family and I became worried when we did not hear word back from them in a while. My brother Jacob, a current member of the US Marine Corp, and I, a student, dropped everything to go and search for our brothers. We knew that they were in Chernarus, so we flew to the nearest airport and bought a car to cross the border. The border was heavily guarded, but Jacob and I were able to find a way in through the northern mountains. We began our journey at Grozovoy Pass. Our primary motive was to reunite with them, but part of me wanted to escape. I knew that this would finally be my opportunity to live the free life that I wanted. Once I find my brothers, I am going to stay in Chernarus, living the simple life that I had always fantasized about.