Mason Kachur, originally born in Kyviv, Ukraine was brought to England at the young age of 3. His father was a hardened Ukrainian man, who worked 2 jobs just to get food on the table. His mother, a loving women from Manchester was a typical house wife who cared for him whilst his father was at work.
Due to his Father working a lot whenever he got the time off of work, he used to spend as much time as he could with Mason. As Mason got older he used to work with his father in his workshop, crafting up new ideas and repairing broken things around the house, which made Mason quite the handy man into his late teens.
Around the age of 18 Mason began to gain interest in tattoo's, they fascinated him using your body as a canvas to show art and uniqueness. He got hooked on them, slowly building up the collection on himself, to the point that his body is practically fully tattoo'ed. His mother and father did not really approve on his decision to get tattooed, but they accepted it as they believed in making him learn through his own life choices.
Throughout his life his mother and father used to take Mason back to Ukraine to visit his grandparents, he enjoyed his visits to Ukraine as he loved the culture compared to the lifestyle back in England. His father used to take him hunting and go on camping trips whilst he was there. He loved the outdoors, the freedom. To do whatever he wanted.
The Start Of The End
Just before Mason turned 27, he discovered that his Grandfather had passed away due to a stroke. Devastated by the news he traveled to Ukraine for his grandfathers funeral along with his father, his mother couldn't make the funeral as she fell ill and had to stay home. He felt guilty for leaving his mother but she insisted he went.
After the funeral Mason and his father bonded over a few beers talking about the loss of his grandfather. His father told him that he was going to stay in Ukraine a little while longer to support his grandmother over the loss.
When Mason arrived at the airport to return home something wasn't normal. All flights where cancelled both in and out of Ukraine due to a crisis. Confused and unsure of the situation he tried to ring both his mother and father to try and see if they knew anything, but was unable to contact them due to the phone lines being overloaded.
After a few hours of being in the airport confused and trying to get some information, Ukrainian police escorted all civilians to a refugee camp just on the outskirts of Kyiv. When he arrived he hoped to see his father and grandmother there but had no luck in finding them. He settled down in his quarters hoping to just ride out whatever is happening so that he could return home to his mother.
A few nights in people within the camp started to get sick, people coughing, vomiting all over camp. This caused mass distress within the camp and led to riots and protests. Hours into that night, Mason started to hear groans and the footsteps of a person outside his quarters. The footsteps faded and after a brief couple of seconds a woman let out a piercing scream. Everyone panicked and people started running outside to see what was happening.
As Mason followed he was shocked by what he saw, Military and Police personnel guarding the camp where shooting at what seemed to be sick looking people. He watched in horror as men and women started getting swarmed and from what it seemed eaten alive. Mason knew he needed to get out, as he ran through the camp trying to navigate a way out their was sick people everywhere chewing and swarming men, women and children.
He ended up climbing onto the roof of a truck parked near the back wall of the camp. Sick "infected" people swarmed all around the truck, leaving him with no option but to jump the wall. Once he landed on the other side he ran into the darkness leaving the nightmare of what just happened behind him...
2 Years Later
After wandering the wilderness with no contact with anyone, Mason had plenty of time to come to terms that the end of the world was happening. Relying on the hunting skills that his father taught him, Mason managed to survive the wilderness alone. He had very little contact with other survivors, keeping away from towns and potential populated areas, due to large amounts of infected.
As he traveled he eventually stumbled across what seemed to be a country's border, fallen to the infected he scavenged it for supplies. Unfortunately the place had been picked clean but he found a wallet on the floor. It possessed nothing of value to him, just containing some old bank cards and a drivers licence. The name was scuffed out but it read an address of "Pustoshka, Chernarus" .
He carried on past the border walking into this new land, not knowing what lies ahead of him...
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