Before the great outbreak i used to be a peaceful man who lived with my family in a cabin in the woods, a peaceful place away from the world. i used to be a royal marine in the British army before i had kids. During this time i was in a special squad, we we're ghosts to the enemy. We'd be in and out before they could even say anything. The first time i took a life was back in Pakistan when we were sent to extract a hostage, a simple task really, but it was far from simple in the end. We moved to our objective where the hostage was last seen and we waited for the right time. The guards that held the boy hostage were only young most likely forced to join the enemy side out of fear. i was tasked going in first and naturalizing any threats while my brothers secured the area outside. As i walked to the top floor not making a sound one of the guards went stood in my way, i grabbed my knife from the holster and silently approached him, moving like a ghost. He didnt even know i was right behind him. I had no choice but the slit his throat. The sound of the boy gasping for air will always stick with me. I grabbed the hostage who was just a young girl herself and put her on my shoulders and moved out. Just before i left the building i could see the boys lifeless body lying there staring at me, a sight i'd never forget. A while after that i was allowed to go home but what i didnt know was my family had moved to Chernarus to meet some of there family. Id never been there or seen my wifes family members so i was nervous. As i arrive on the island i can see large military activity on the borders and around the Airfields. My wife was waiting for me at the Airfield and with her was a baby, my baby. i didnt know i had a child but i felt his warmth inside my heart. The first time i held him i felt something i never felt before. A couple of nights later things changed for the worse. If you would of told me the dead would rise again i would of called you crazy but now... not so much. these so called "zombies" overcome the military within the first couple of weeks. the numbers raised by the hours and we were advised to stay in doors and avoid all contact with the infected. As the military fell the people lost hope and some even lost humanity. You couldnt even trust humans anymore. People killed and killed each other and became just as worse as the dead. One night a large group of raiders surprised us all, we didnt see it coming. As we took on fire and defended ourselfs i took to the balcony to fight of the raiders. i told my wife to take our child into the bedroom and hide as i fought the raiders. one of them threw a grande at the door and it blow off. Me and my wifes father fought them all off but what we didnt know was if you die and your brain inst destroyed you come back as one of them things, the walking dead. We started firing again trying to keep the hoard from destroying us. little did i know i wasn't going to see my wife of child the same ever again. i heard a scream, it stopped my heart. i rushed into the house to see a few dead standing there. i grabbed a knife and stabbed two of them in the skulls while my wifes father shot the other between the eyes. i kicked the door open to see my wife being bitten by a walker, i panicked and grabbed the walker off her and stamped on its skull. i turned back and looked at my wife and i knew she wasn't going to make it. As she gasped for air she pointed to a basket and my heart stopped, my very blood and flesh lifeless lying there. i walker had already got at my child. Anger, sadness, grief was all i could feel, i turned back to my wife and the last thing she said was "i love you", then she died. i knew what needed to happen so i took out my handgun and put it to her head, you know what happened next. As i left the room her father was sitting there in disbelief. He left the room and after everything that had happened i wanted to end it so i took my handgun and put it to my head only for the bullet to jam, a sign to carry on maybe but i was a wreck. On that cold night i knew i had to make a difference in this broken world we now live in and the dead had to be slayed again. I still see them when i close my eyes, i only wish i can join them.