"You want to be respected Aleksandr? One must prove themselves to be worthy of such a thing as respect."
Aleksandr in his early years grew up in the ghetto slums of Bratislava with his family Monika, Rossen, Brenda, Kevin, and Erik learning general nursing from his mother Monika and using that practice on his brothers and only sister who would constantly be getting hurt or in danger due to their living conditions.
Aleksandr grew up to his teen years always having to patch up his family members, cook for them, and clean for them. He basically had to follow any orders from his radically nationalistic parents or otherwise be punished.. Aleksandr hated always having to be told what to do and because of this this eventually led Aleksandr to adopt an Ideology of "Freedom & Liberty" doing whatever Aleksandr deems worthy of his time.
Aleksandr eventually led his adult life living one of freedom and rebellion while also further expanding his medical knowledge in Kiev, the capital of Ukraine. Aleksandr learned from the people around him as Aleksandr has always had a silver tongue, prancing around charming those who would help him in his journey towards being a general practitioner from a both Ethical and Non-ethical perspective.
One busy morning In Kiev, Aleksandr started hearing rumors of crazed individuals and talks of people getting "sick". He payed no mind to such words as the most important thing to Aleksandr was his work. Stay diligent and level-headed. Little did Aleksandr know that this was the beginning of something big.
The supposed rumors and talks eventually came to be a reality to Aleksandr's life, seeing people die, seeing peoples loved ones die, seeing people change, seeing people become mad with fear. This way of life was not healthy for poor Aleksandr. Because of the sickness not being able to be quarantined fast enough, Aleksandr went from place to place, camps, to quarantine zones, resistance shelters. And all of them eventually fell to the sickness, everyone dying, each and every one of them. Kids being torn from their mothers and fathers, sisters losing brothers, every single one of them die, and die again... except dear Aleksandr..
From the very begining thought...When Aleksandr left his family... he kept tabs of the most important/eventful days to him.
"Nothing ever good last. Especially with those horrible people I called Mother and Father."
Eventually Aleksandr began writing away at a personal journal he kept to himself...
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Day 3: "The people around me are starting to panic, running to stay safe or be kept safe. The panic continuously spreads across Kiev, I wonder how things are back home In Bratislava... Its sad of me to write down, but I do miss my family and pray that they are safe."
Day 10: "I grow tired. and seeing terror run across the street, and it shakes me to my very core. This makes me ridden with fear, seeing kids die, kids scream throughout the night and day, and seeing good people fight for their lives when they shouldn't have too. I hope the people here can live prosperous and not be destroyed by such a tragedy. I'll continue to provide my aid for the passerby of this good country."
Day 35: "The terror continues to reign, the screams of the night, are now pure white noise. I hardly get any worthwhile sleep anymore. And everyone I knew, every friendly face I have seen has either disappeared or been replaced with sorrow, and anger. I'am hoping that armed forces, or someone- beit a god help us. someone please help us."
Day 73: "I'm starting to hear stories from the people I meet, stories of a place where it might be better, Or at least some place more contained, a place more worthwhile living. I'm unsure as to where.. but I hear Its somewhere South... I will do my best to ask the people I meet and keeping tabs of this place while I'm out scavenging for survivors or food."
Day 112: "I have been very lonely...this abandoned warehouse is starting to wear down, and make me go stir-crazy. I haven't seen anyone in days, and I have kept to myself for a large period of time being cautious as I have heard of bad people "cleaning" the streets.. Thieves I'm afraid.... Living by myself is becoming quite the challenge. But those people... they weren't speaking the common language. Keep note of that Aleksandr."
Day 116: "These people found my quarters. If I die today, please someone make use of my journal.. I have written basic first-aid training somewhere in here. I have also written how to clean and safely remove bullets from a gunshot wound, how to remove shrapnel from whatever it may be, Heimlich maneuver, The likes for basic surviving and saving lives."
Day ???: "I lost track of what day it is anymore... All I know is that I'm alive, and becoming hardened by such world that I currently live in. I will continue to move South by the rumors I've heard. By luck, or prayer when I left my old compound I finally heard of the location that I want to head to. It is called.... South Zagoria (Чернарусь-Chernarus)"
"I wonder if this metro-station will lead me to where I want to go ....I suppose It is safer than the streets. So I guess I have no choice, I have food, Water, and my Wits. -Puts on gas mask- Here I go."