Once a United States Marine Corps Forces Special Operations Command or (MARSOC) Operator, named Miles Maddox. I was originally stationed in California, at Fort McDowell where I assisted with training marines and infantry regiments in Small unit tactics and Close Quarters Battles (CQB). I was deployed early in the summer of 2017 aboard the USS Carl Vinson Aircraft carrier with my battalion, underway to the Green Sea to reinforce a NATO fleet headed for Trabzon, Turkey.
On the morning of July 17th, I was startled awake by the ships general alarm signaling all personal to their stations. At that moment our commanding officer walked into our bunk. "Officer on deck!" I heard someone shout as we all sprung to our feat ready for action.
C.O - "Marines, as of 04:00 last night our directives from high command have changed, We are to no longer to regroup with the Nato fleet bound for Trabzon but instead reinforce another existing flotilla of NATO ships off the coast of Chernarus. The local populous are suffering from an un-specified viral outbreak, infected have been known to show extreme forms of aggression and rioting, with some cases showing cannibalistic tendencies. Our new directives are to secure what we think is ground zero and prevent the loss of crucial NATO bases in the area. Miles! I Want your team to reinforce the CDF garrisoned in the Chernogorsk area, and if at all possible try to re-establish communication with a lost recon team. last known positioning was just north, east, of the city of Chernogorsk."
the room fell silent for a second.
marine - "Sir, did you say cannibalistic tendencies? like they'll try to fucking eat us? Sir?!"
C.O - "CDF and UN forces have had growing reports of cannibalistic tendencies yes. Now move it marines! double time!"
We quickly geared up and headed for the deck. As my team walked out onto the flight deck, I gazed upon a large fleet of U.S Vessels off the port side of the carrier, as squadron of A-10 Warthogs flew overhead towards shore. A uh-1y chopper was fueled and spun up on the tarmac to take us to shore. We boarded the chopper and set out to reinforce the CDF. As we disembarked from the chopper a CDF Officer was there to greet and brief us on the situation in Chernogorsk. For days my team helped set up relief efforts, while trying to contain rioting and defend the camp from infected.
On July 19th the CDF and NATO defense line began to falter, falling late in the morning. A wave of infected headed towards Chernogorsk and attacked. my team was forced to retreat from the city amid severe rioting. most of my best men didn't make it out. We radio'd for evac and set up a rally point north of Green-Mountain as the surrounding areas where swarmed with infected. A few days passed as we tracked our way up to the rally point. As we approached the rally point, I gained visual on the evac bird waiting for us ontop of the hill, but somthing didnt feel right. The chopper wasnt spun up and the pilot and evac team where no where in sight. what was left of my team slowly approached the chopper with caution. As we reached the heli. ten men, some dressed in CDF and NATO uniforms ambushed us from all directions. Holding up my team at gunpoint. This is when I noticed the bodies of the evac team slouched against the opposite side of the chopper with their throats slit and theirs fatigues and weaponry missing. The armed men impersonating NATO Operatives stripped us of our gear, bound our hands and gauged us, they than proceeded to march us to an old barn out in the middle of no where. One by one they brought us in and interrogated and tortured us. They wanted information on more NATO supply caches and Operations in the area but when we refused to tell them anything, they lined us up. and one by one they slit my teams throats. 1... 2... 3... 4.... their bodies hit the ground clawing for air for dear life. My squad-mate O'Shea was next in line then Johnson, Rameriez and myself. We looked at around at each other, trying to form a plot to escape when a miracle occurred. Gunfire echoed outside the barn as the men quickly scrambled to figure out what was happening a group of infected swarmed their way through the barn door. We see the opportunity to escape and took it, my squad-mates and I bolted for the nearest exits in every direction while the infected kept the bandit men occupied. I snatched my radio off the belt of one of the men and sprinted outside while being chased by the bandit, he fired at me while i sprinted into the darkness of the night, one of his shots pierced through my shoulder while i was barreling my way through the dense shrubbery of the forest. No Squad-mates in sight, I kept running for what felt like forever. Once I stopped running and I could no longer hear the gun fire and screaming in the distance, I collapsed to the ground and passed out from pain and exhaustion. When I came too, laying in a river bank within a pool of my own blood. I tried my radio but with no answer. all frequencies were dark. No weapon or gear, in a strange country, with no food, water, or communication with my team. My new objective was to stay alive and try to locate my squad.