Howdy. Name's John, a retired trucker from Oregon State. I'm gonna tell y'all how I ended up on this foreign island in the middle of nowhere.
I accepted a job fishing on a poorly converted Freighter Ship that had been constructed in 1910. To put a long story short? The ship got stuck at full throttle barreling towards a rocky shoreline somewhere near Svetlojarsk.
There was nothing we could do to avoid it, or that's what they want me to think... I don't 100% know what happened that day, as I was asleep in my bunk when the whole thing unfolded.
There were many of us on the ship... Some of them turned into these, almost sick looking corpses. They were still alive, but dead at the same time.
My friend told me what happened, but when he exited our bunk to search through the aftermath, he never returned back. I'm still wondering out here with nothing but, the clothes on my back, and what little pride I have left.