Vojtech ''Medved'' Prikeržnik, born on the 4th of July 1997 in Bratislava to Tatjana and Miroslav Prikeržnik.
He was raised to be good to others and respect them despite their differences.
''Try your hardest in school, finish it, so you can become something.''
Mother used to tell him that all the time, of course being a young kid and an angsty teenager he gave zero fucks about his mothers remarks, until it was too late.
He ended up ruining his childhood by quitting school and getting a job pretty early on, at the age of 18.
He was a hardworking man at work, a complete opposite of what he was in school.
He mostly got along with people, but over time he developed a deep hatred for people different from him.
He had many co-workers of different races but he never got along with them.
''I don't like all the Blacks, Arabians, Russians and all the other inbred mutt running around the factory, taking my seats and eating my food...''
He'd usually complain for hours on end about how foreigners are stealing all the good from him and his country.
After the breakout he quickly gathered up his family and friends to try and stick together, which obviously ended up biting him in his ass.
So instead of holding on to everyone, he just stuck with the closest of people and started traveling.
After awhile he heard news of a militia being formed in the Gabreta forest and instantly thought of his friend ''Nadya'' who was always willing to fight for the right cause.
They met up and he decided to to join up and stand up for himself for the first time.
He joined the militia as a weapons manufacturer and convinced the other people to keep Nadya around even if she didn't exactly fit in at the time.
In his own words
After news of the infection spread everyone was called in to fight.
I was assigned to the squad called ''Zatmenie'' which was sent to Ukraine to hold the like againts the infected.
The bullets kept ringing across the infected infested Ukrainian streets.
More than a year.
This kept going until we were getting split up into smaller and smaller groups.
Some of the Urals that were still working went in different directions each with it's own task of protecting whatever there was left to protect.
I stuck alongside Nadya and we kept going east
Until one day, a radio transmission came through.
"This is Anton of the CDF, we are in need of abled bodies to..."
We never heard how the transmission ended but it was enough for us to get a small sliver of hope.
Clearly people needed help.
So that's where we're headed.