My name is Andrew McDaniels. I was born on July 29th, 1990. Since the civil war in 2009, my wife, Laura, was obsessed with the Chernarus. My son, Josh, who was just a newborn at the time, gained interest in the country over the years as well. He always had the same interests as my wife. He was Mommy's little boy. My wife and I were both in high school when we met and she later became a nurse at our local hospital in Columbus, Ohio. I was a Columbus police officer. Laura and I probably clicked due to our burden to help those in need. Since both my wife and my son (who was eight at the time) were so interested in Chernarus, we planned to go there for a few months, as we both had an excess of vacation days. At the time, there was no talk of a civil war or any conflict. We arrived in Berezino, Chernarus on May 1st, 2017. My wife was in love with the country. Since Josh always looked up to his mother, he shared the same love for Chernarus even though he didn't really understand it all. I was enjoying it as well. Getting away from all my responsibilities for three months was what I needed. What we needed. It was going great until July. Things were getting... weird to say the least. We turned on the news but of course I couldn't understand any of it. I turned to twitter for my news. After I was slightly informed on everything that was going on I tried to convince Laura to cut our trip short and head home. She said that everything would be fine and I believed her. 2 years later and I am still regretting that decision. On July 11th, there was chaos just north of the town we were in, and on the 12th, my life as I knew it, would be changed forever. The infection happened in Berezino. The things Laura told me to not worry about were happening. We fled down the coast. Days of running and walking. Our feet were killing and our health wasn't doing much better. We arrived in Elektrozavodsk around the 14th. As the infection started to spread through the city, my wife and I decided to move a bit north of the city to avoid all the infected. We found a small farm house about half a kilometer north of Elektrozavodsk. Just a few hours after we arrived, I noticed that Laura and Josh were both sneezing and coughing. She was the nurse, not me. By her own decision, she made me lock her and Josh inside of a secluded room in the house. I gave them 3/4 of all my supplies and prayed that it was just a cold. About 14 hours later the talking stopped, and the moaning started. My fears had come true. They had the virus. I went around the side of the house to see if it was true and when I looked in the window I just started crying. My beloved wife and my precious son weren't human anymore. I didn't even know what they were. They were walking around aimlessly, bumping into walls and falling over. I didn't know what to do. For the first time since I started dating Laura in high school, I was alone. Completely alone. I had always helped people being a cop and now I couldn't help the ones that I loved most. I locked the door to the room, put a dresser in front of the door, and left that at that. I met a man who said he was from Elektrozavodsk around July 30th. His name was Daniel Tah. He was a native to the area, but spoke English fairly well. He told me society as we knew it was gone. He was alone as well, so I invited him to stay with me. We survived for around 10 days before I went out to scavenge the forest for berries and water. When I came back, his curiosity had gotten the best of him. He had moved the dresser and opened the door to the room my wife and son were in. He was badly scratched and full of questions when I returned. I was so numb I couldn't speak. He told me that the virus was incurable and that I had to put him down whether I liked it or not. August 9th, 2017 would be the day that I stopped counting the days and turned into the cold-hearted man I now am. I put Daniel down. But that wasn't the hardest part. I knew that if i didn't kill the things that were once my wife and son, that they would hurt more people. I opened the door, lured them outside, and stuck a knife in both of their skulls. I burned all three bodies and haven't returned to that little farm house since. I stay wondering from town to town, helping people as I go. I hope to eventually find a few true friends to survive with. Maybe even settle down again. But for now, I stay wondering. Searching for my meaning in this deadly, depressing wasteland that was once a thriving world.