Hey! The job opportunity of a life time, better pay, less hours and above all - a new home away from that bloody rain-sodden country. Should have been perfect, something nice and easy and damn was I looking forward to starting. I'm an engineer by trade.. or... was, at least. Chernarus eh? Supposed to have been the number one spot on the map for engineering and agricultural job prospects and I fell for it hook, line and sinker.
It took me a few months of course, fishing around for jobs and a company who wanted a foreigner but hey - I managed to snag a cushy little position as a Planning Engineer for one of the new mines that were supposed to be opening up. Six figure pay check, company 4x4, accommodation - I was on the cusp of having it all!
But since you're reading this note... You can guess that never happened. It wasn't long after I landed here in Chernarus, must have been what... 14 days, 15 maybe? Who knows... Things began to spiral out of control... Chaos, panic, people acting more like animals than intelligent beings, honestly, it was awful...
Hell... That was before the walking nightmares began to shamble in to town. I've been holed up in this garage for far too long, I've had enough of only sneaking out occasionally to grab what little supplies I need - I'm going to make a break for it and head south, see if I can make my way to somewhere quiet, low populace... like Pavlovo or Kamenka. If you stumble upon this note heed my advice... Don't go north.
-A stupid Englishman, Duncan Hastings