After a career in the US military as an infantry NCO , two middle east combat tours, never marrying, no children and parents now passed , retired Eli Jaworzki a.ka. EJ or Jawz struggles with life a a civilian. Civilian life appears chaotic, undisciplined, unorganized. Everyone only selfishly caring for themselves. No one understanding how horrific armed conflict can be. How cruel other human beings can be to one another... that is until the infection.
No one understands his quietness, sarcastically dark humor, his non existent filters. Eli says what needs to be said when it needs to be said and rarely anything more. Not one to engage in small talk as he doesn't see any purpose. Say what you mean and mean what you say.
Eli is not quick to be violent but this doesn't mean he has forgotten how to be. Never mistake his silence for ignorance, his calmness for acceptance, his kindness for weakness.
To distract himself and give his mind something to do other than dwell on how shitty civilian life is Eli decided to trace his Polish ancestry and hopefully connect with extended family. Once he had enough data collected from various websites such as Ancestry.com. Eli was successful in learning about and contacting some distant cousins in Poland. Recently he traveled to Poland and met these distant family members. While visiting he learned of other family in Chernarus. Eli was unaware of this. His cousins explained that they were not surprised he didn't know. Many birth records that documented Russian soldiers as being the father of Polish children during the WW2 occupation had been destroyed. But a few entries in family bibles had gone unnoticed.
Eli decided to travel to Chernarus, research and try to contact these Russian relatives. After two weeks of research and speaking with many locals Eli was getting nowhere. Eli had been following the outbreak on the cable news and decided now would not be the best time to roam the countryside in search of family. He would return home to the USA and scheduled a flight.
That night he awakened in the dead of night to banging on his hotel door and yelling from the hall. Eli answered the door to see the hall filled with police and military taking people from their rooms and down the hall. Someone in military uniform, in broken English commanded ELI to get dressed as the building was being evacuated. Eli complied and with only the clothes on his back was escorted from the building.
Once outside he found himself at gunpoint and being placed on a bus. When he asked "why?" he was simply told "quarantine"
After many hours of back country roads and pitch blackness the bus stopped because the road was blocked by many disabled vehicles. The driver and two military soldiers exited the bus to investigate. What happened next was horrifying even for Eli. Semi human beings ran from the tree line and viciously attacked the driver and soldiers. Gun shots and screams was all that was heard.
Eli decided not remain on the bus and would make a run for it. He opened the emergency door and ran. Others took his lead. However were less fortunate and slower than Eli. He heard continued screams for help and then silence. Eli continued running into the night as fast and as long as he possibly could. As the sun began to rise Eli noticed a farm house off the road. He tactically made his way towards the house, carefully scouting from the tree line before making entry. He ensured the home was clear of anyone or thing before barricading the exterior doors with whatever furniture he could find.
Upon collapsing into a chair he realized he was now stranded in a foreign country that was under siege , no passport, no food or money, no known way to contact anyone back home. What did he have.. the clothes on his back, his military training. He immediately knew what must be done.... survive!