John was 23 years old when his regiment travelled out to Chern on what he was told was a NATO operation to keep the piece in the small country. His section trained day and night ready to face any hostilities or rioting when they arrived. Nothing could prepare him for what he had to do. his Platoon's mission was to hold an airfield in the north west of the country. They were told crazy stories of people attacking people unlike anything seen before. He and his men dismissed these rumours and focused on the task at hand. on arriving at the docks he and his section were escorted to a small base were a few vehicles sat waiting to be used. He was instructed he would drive to the airfield and meet the rest of his men there. So he with his section made best speed throught the hills and country side to the airfield.
It was on this journey he saw the true devastation of what was going on. Crazed people through themselves at his men and vehicle which forced them to go faster and faster. Having made it half way he and his men decided to stop and search a building for any survivors. At this point bandits surrounded his men shooting all but him and one other. They took everything they had and left Mark alone with nothing. He new he must re-kit and find the men that took his comrade and friend and not fall to his death against one of these crazy people that roamed the kills and streets of this destroyed place. Having walked miles into the woods in search of safety, it was time to return to the cities to find food shelter and a weapon. He could not help his friend or anyone else if he was dead. He decided he would find the closest town to arm himself then look for a group that could help him find his friends. As he entered his first house a creature in the corner leaped up and attacked him. Mark was strong and beat him off. grabbing only what was around him to fight he quickly grabbed an ashtry and slammed it down on this godforsaken man and it stumbled to the ground with a final shriek. Mark took in deep breaths and thought to himself "the only way to get through this is to team up with others" there is no way he could survive alone out here. He stumbled through the street wanting to call out for help but knowing that would only bring more of them. He had to find a vehicle and find somewhere safe for the night as it was only getting darker. What he need was a gun and ammo. The airstrip! its bound to have somewhere safe and plenty of weapons. He gathered his bearings and stepped off hoping for the best. Hoping that someone, anyone, would still be alive and that they could help him learn to survive in this dangerous place he now must call home.