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Server time (UTC): 2019-11-19, 21:43
John Hammer
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
  3. Morale
  4. Date of birth
    1987-10-31 (32 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Dallas, Texas
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
  9. Relationship
  10. Religion


  1. Height
    183 cm
  2. Weight
    87 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Good
  7. Occupation


John Hammer

I had an average life with an average job. I was doing a workers visa in Chernarus when the virus hit. I was use to a small town in Dallas now I am in the middle of Chernarus with zombies all around me. I had average family with a wonderful wife and child. it was mundane and I was content And then the world went to crap. I saw it on the news in the early evening news, the violent attacks and riots. the people that wouldn't die. and I brushed it off. a clear hoax, but then the monsters came to my home. It started when we heard the screaming, and the shots, and that awful groaning sound. Bolting upright I raced to my daughters room to find her staring out the window, a look of horror on her face, I followed her gaze to the corpses walking in the streets and the policemen shooting into them endlessly. I raced to wake my wife to find that one of the monsters, the corpses the zombies had made it into the house and was eating her. I grabbed the lamp in the corner and beat the thing to death, or back to it. packing up some food water and other supplies, I grabbed my daughter and raced to the car, before I left I grabbed my pistol and some casings, and we left. We just drove for a while, no destination, only to get away. Run away. I ran for a better life away from the dead, and the survival of my daughter. We found a army refugee camp where things were returning to normal. we had a tent to ourselves and the brave who dared to explore gave out much needed supplies in the center. it wasn't what I once had, but it was comforting to have some security. and I was content. then it all fell apart. one of the few brave had an infection, and no one was warned. it happened in the night. the screams and the shots came running back to us, the few survivors. in the chaos my daughter was lost into the frenzied crowd. alone I traveled the road. occasionally I meet other survivors, but they don't last very long. either they die or I leave, not being able to make relationships that could so easily be taken away. Broken, I continue on the blood ridden road, looking for the place where I can return to


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