Easton Staymates. Accountant by day, party boy by night. Doing the daily grind was getting to an unbearable point in Easton's life. Day in day out, his life would consist of this: Wake up at 4:30 am, take a shower, get dressed, hop in the car, half hour drive to work, 10 hour shift, get out at 4 pm, head straight to the bar, meet up with his friends, drink until 10, and sloppily find his way home. Occasionally he wouldn't go home alone, but that was it. Day in, day out. Until recently, that is. The idea was thrown around by his friends, and although it might have been thrown out by drunken thoughts, the more it was spoken, the more Easton and his friends latched onto the idea. A month away, in another country, just having a party every day, no worrying about jobs, girlfriends, wives, or kids. Their target location, Chernarus.
Drunkenly, they all agreed, and it was poor Easton's bank account that suffered. All of the tickets were bought that night. The trip set for the month after, they all prepped.
That was a year and a half ago. Easton hadn't seen any of his friends in over two weeks. Jim and Derrick died in the initial outbreak. Tim died to a fever being untreated a month ago. Sean left to go on his own due to a shortage on food. Easton hadn't made contact with a person in 6 days. Alone, running low on scraps of food, Easton now has no choice but to pack up what little supplies he has, and go see what the new world chewed up, and spit out. His goal: Survive. Make it back to see his family, and pray that this is a localized outbreak, not world wide.