I come from Ukraine, my parents both died when we moved here, to chernarus in 2016. Since the outbreak I've been traumatised by the faces of my parents when I last saw them, the image is so clean in my head its just so real, no it is real...
The wastelands give me a reason to stay in control of myself, people are starving, being robbed, things seem far worse than what they really are, so I try to help. Recently a group, CTF, had adopted me into their arms. They offered me a routine, a place to sleep, food, vodka, anything that I would need and sometimes anything I want, and the price was simple: be a friend. I finally found somewhere I can fit in and slowly get over the loss of my closest people.
A bit of background, my father was a former special police in Ukraine, he taught me essentials in surviving because he was always scared of a wasteland like chernarus happening, obviously I didn't believe the crazy fucker but here we are. Remember, things seem far worse that what they really are.
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