Born and raised in Estonia, had lowing parent's. School was tough but with parents help and dedication I got by. Loved to do sport's as kid, skateboarding and skiing was there. Childhood was a happy memory. After high school I worked as a waiter for a year, then I had to do the mandatory military service of 9 months. Got few friends from there who told I should live a lone at my own spot. After a bit of search I got it and parents helped to pay for it and get by. Life was looking good. After the outbreak had reached the Estonia I knew I have to move, took my bag, filled it with whatever food I could find and a map of Europe. Tried to look for my parents but found none, hoping they got safely away. Hearing the name Chernarus in news I tought it would be a safe haven, that what my next destination. Saw a lot of destruction on the way there, looted gas stations for fuel and more food. Countless night's I drove to the Chernarus, by the time I got there I saw a group of people who could use help, came out their bandits. They took my gear and my car, had nothing left expect my basic clothes. Few of them tried to get the best of me, thanks to the military service I knew a little about hand to hand combat, got a better of them but got hit hard and passed out. Woke up near the sea, not sure what day it is or hour.