My name is Vasily Gusarov, I was born in St. Petersburg, Russia right before the Berlin wall fell and the end of the Soviet Union. I grew up in a good home with a good family, brothers and sisters, a mom, a dad. When I was older I went to university to study architecture and soon after I landed a job with a contracting company that designed apartment and hotel buildings. It was a good job they would send me to different parts of the country to study and look at different architecture. Soon I was sent down to southern Russia to a place called Chernarus where I would spend a few months working on new project. I know this was a tense area because years prior there was a civil war that broke out here. I stayed in the large town Chernogorsk when I started seeing news of an outbreak north of country but we were told it would be handled and not to worry. Weeks later all hell broke loss as NATO arrived to help the situation only to make things explode into chaos. I remember the city being evacuated as the dead ones were coming after us. I ran into the woods only to trip and hit my head on a rock that knocked me unconscious. The next morning i awoke with a little dry blood on my head and my pants ripped and then it all suddenly came back to me, the sounds of screams and gunfire. I had to survive in this land and luckly I went to many survival camps back in Russia during the summers as a boy. I knew my basic survival skills weren't going to get me by and I had to see if there were anyone else alive in this world. I was later picked up by a large group that I survived with for a year or so before we all got split up and now i travel alone wondering whats left out there in this wasteland. Wondering whats become of my family and the rest of the world. I believe there will be an end to all this out there somewhere. What else can I believe in?