My name is Alexei Vitaly I've grown in the south side of Garage Valley aka Shangai ,right next to the Moscow State University.I lived a rough life even before the outbreak began it was relatively easy to accommodate moving to a hell coming form another . Its been 764 days since i first saw the first infected person, we used to call them friends and now they are just a pile of rotten flash .The day that Moscow fell defense run were overrun we evacuated the city ,me and my 5 comrades fled to the only known at the time safe place "Chernarus".
Two moths later we were still on the road , exhausted , hungry and demoralized after the death of 3 of my friends ,we continued our journey .One and a half week later my last mate Borya died from a infection of rusty barbwire when we got surrounded by a horde of infected corpses , at that time we were getting close to our journey's end but i had to finish it on my own . When i first entered the "safe zone " i saw just the same hell that i was putting up with since i left Moscow , all the bullshit about a new beginning was a lie ,the outpost fell a long time ago but for some reason the distress single was still playing .
Since then i am wandering alone rarely seeing any survivors , I became too cautious with other people after i saw what horrible things the human race have come to do. Lonely night around the campfire drinking some strong brandy . I can see the ghosts of my fallen comrades dancing and laughing around me thing that makes me even sadder.
I'm just surviving from day to day waiting for my time to end in the abolished world.