I'm Travis MacMillan, an American field journalist born September 30th, 1994. I'm familiar with war and how to survive because my career has taken me all over the world following mostly American interests in wars in the Middle East. I read the news one day about the tensions rising and immediately booked myself a ticket, opting to come on my own instead of with the news company that I work for. I was going to make my break as a journalist with this. I arrived in Chernarus and met with a NATO military station that a few men I had worked with in years past were stationed at, they helped outfit me in gear and I went on my way towards the border. By the time we had arrived in the country the outbreak was just starting, and our vehicle was overturned due to the driver swerving to dodge an infected, thinking it was a regular person. Everyone I was riding with died except for me. I grabbed what I could and set up a camp near the wreckage in the northern woods of the Chernarus. As the days passed I moved my way slowly through the country until I got to the province I'm in now. I picked up a vague understanding of the infected through my interactions with them, but overall I'm still somewhat in the dark about everything leading up to the outbreak.