My story began early July 2017. I had just left the university with the intentions of moving back home to fulfil my degree in film and production. I've had ambitions since the day I could hold a camera to create something that was mine and to share it with the world. Five days before the outbreak I had myself lined up for an interview which could've led my free adult life down the path id hoped for, but five days after the outbreak I find myself confined to my street for the foreseeable future.
After the outbreak took full effect in Liverpool, the city centre and other populated areas became hotspots for these monsters. Luckily for any survivors we were able to take shelter in our homes but for how long were people going to stick to the new laws and orders? Some people escaped to find family, friends or hope outside quarantined zones, but some found death. I guess you could say I was one of those people, I just wanted to live and not look back. but before I made the decision to leave, I had a family or at least I thought.
3 weeks after the outbreak took full effect people were given jobs to help improve our living conditions, men would help to fight and protect, the woman would help to feed and nurture anyone in need of help. Children were taught how to survive and learn about the infection, but what seemed odd was – why are they teaching us about something they do not know themselves? No one really knew about how the infection spread or why the victims turned into the creatures they now are. I guess people just started lying because they were too scared to find out the truth. Either way, my mother became infected. How? I think that’s when it really sunk in, that none of us know what this was because half of us seemed immune. But why? Everything seemed so fine, we were not happy with how we lived in this new world but we coped and helped each other. I just couldn’t wrap my head around why the infection didn’t touch me. My mother was taken away to a quarantined hospital where they said they would help fight the infection and that new studies meant more answers but we were still stuck in this horror filled world. My new world.
One single bullet to the brain and a headstone later, the infection took over her brain. I no longer had a family, I had no longer hoped for a new world, but instead told myself that we all have a purpose, we all have something to live for. I just wish I knew how I could've prevented this for my mother. Since her death I focused more on answering questions rather than asking, I want to be able to help and maybe one day put answers next to the question. Shortly after my mother's death I became increasingly determined to find answers. I don’t want to capture the horror; I just need people to see how bad this thing got so I started filming with my camera.
Once I'd gotten enough footage of the quarantine zone, how the soldiers missed treated everyone and acted as if they were above the law, I knew I had to get out, go somewhere which hadnt been filmed before, somewhere that would give me the parts of the outbreak I was missing. Only one place came to mind, the place was Chernarus.
I knew of people who were escaping, and tagged along with them, they happily took me to Chernarus because they too, were interested in the truth, little did I know, this ended up being the down fall of them when our helicopter got shot out of the sky and I was the sole survivor. Now I'm here, alone, but able bodied I can find the truth, and expose the monsters that caused this chaos.