If you are reading this, then I wish you the best of luck. I'll start from the beginning. My name is Alexander, and at the time of writing this I believe I am now 34 years old. I was a contractor sent to Chernaurus to help rebuild some of its infrastructure after the civil war. Three years in, the company I worked for had recalled all but a few of us. They wanted some of us to stay behind so we could manage the local staff we had hired at the power plant near the town of Solnichniy. I made the best of my time in this country, and things were going well. I met a local woman named Tatiana, and we hit it off almost immediately. After a year of dating, we got an apartment together in the city of Berezino. We eventually married and bought a house with a picket fence around the yard. Tati was pregnant with our first child a few months later, and life was good.
A few years later, tensions started to rise in the region again, and Tatiana begged me to take her and our son away, back to the United States. I tried to reassure her that everything was fine, my contracting firm would always tell us when a region had become "Red" or too hostile. They had yet to do so, therefore, things would probably blow over. Then the news reports came in of a bombing raid and military hostilities along the northern border. I woke Tatiana and our son, AJ in the middle of the night and we drove south along the coastal road. My firm had an office in Chernogorsk, and from there I could secure passage out of the country for all three of us.
Once we reached the southern coast, the traffic outside of Elektrozovodsk was at a standstill for over an hour, so I decided to take my family on foot the rest of the journey. What should have only been a one hour walk, turned into an overnight queue at a checkpoint. It seems everyone else who was in the traffic jam had the same idea. Once we were near the front of the queue, I noticed the soldiers were wearing US uniforms. I informed one of the soldiers that I was a United States citizen, and I wanted to bring my family home. I showed my credentials, and I was escorted to a waiting area that had been set up in a guard post of sorts. That's when I heard the screams and the gunshots. I gave my wife my handgun and the emergency supplies we had packed and brought with us and told her to stay put. I was going to make a run for Chernogorsk and come back for her and our son. The Army would keep them safe. How wrong I was.
I can't remember how long it's been since that day, but please if you see a woman named Tatiana Richards with a young boy named Alexander or AJ, tell them I'm still out here looking for them. Tell them I go to the guard station in Elektrozovodsk every other day. I love them both dearly, and I'm so sorry that I ever left them there.