Growing up in the south of america life was hard. I grew up in southern Georgia on a farm. Doing what all of us Georgians usually do, fishing, hunting, being outdoors. When I was 21 I decided to try my luck in the military. Coming from a military background and all I thought the US military would have plenty of opportunity for a guy like me. After basic training I got my first duty station in Germany where I met the love of my life. Kel. Without her theirs no way in hell Id be who I am today. After 4 years Instead of re-enlisting we stayed together in Germany. The way of life is something else. Nothing like back home on a farm that's for sure. After a few years I finally got my permanent German citizenship which was a blessing in itself which is why I decided it was about the right time to ask kel to marry me. She said yes, Would you believe that? For our honeymoon what could be more adventurous to a couple like ourselves than to spend a week in the Russian black mountains. fishing, hunting, and camping. So that's what we did. We packed up our bags in Germany and headed for the mountains after the wedding. I had no idea.

- We woke up to a strange hum of noises coming from outside our tent. They were everywhere... 3 nights of camping in the beautiful black mountains and like a pounding of a heart that all changed. I took kels hand and we fled for the dark cold forest. It was pitch black and I we could hear were them. Biters, Zombies, Infected. It seemed they just came from every side we turned. Rushing through the forest we needed to get back home so I could figure out just what the hell was going on. Painting exhausted, we kept running. my eyes were drenched in sweat and kel couldn't keep up. Disoriented, confused, we both collapsed on the ground. Slowly I faded in and out. When I awoke it was early in the morning. The sweat from last nights run still lingering on me. Kel was nowhere to be found. All I saw was blood streaks on the ground leading into the forest. Quickly I ran after her. The blood soon came to a stop and without direction I was a gonner. I finally made my way over to a creek with a homemade sign pointing towards a city in the distance. Russian? I DONT KNOW RUSSIAN! I exclaimed. all I could make out was "cherno". Without kel I knew I couldn't stop until I found her.