All through high school I was a good runner, I had always been quick or at least my mom used to tell me. let me go back to the beginning, my name is Miles Zachary Baker I was born on April 3 in North Dakota . I had never actually ever met my real dad, he left before i was born. my mom raised me all by her self. when ever i was sad my mother would always tell me to run my problems off, and it always helped, I guess that what made me such a good runner today. When I finally joined high school I joined the cross country team and quickly became the best runner on the team. 2nd year of high schools i qualified for states and for practice my coach bought me tickets to Chernarus for a tournament. the tournament was going to be on the 13th of July, we arrived in Elektrozavodsk late on the 6th. when i woke up in the morning the the city was in panic because of something that had happened in another town. my coach decided that it wasn't safe to take part in the tournament so we hid in the apartment for the next couple days till we could go home. couple days passed and I went for jog because i couldn't stay coped up anymore, when i had came back my coach told me he wasn't feeling well, when he turned around he was bleeding from the eyes and his skin was covered in rashes. after a second of seeing me he just charges at me trying to attack me so i ran trying to escape. I managed to get out of the room and escape into the streets but those crazed people were everywhere. not knowing what to do i ran into the woods.