"Harrison? Harrison what the fuck are you doing?! HARRISON GET THE FUCK BACK HERE! HARRISON!! HARRY!"

His eyes flew open, just another nightmare. He was used to having them at this point, but it never made it easier. Harrison Lock was born in a small town in Ontario to a fairly affluent family. His dad was the business owner at a local grocery store that inflated the every-living fuck out of it's prices because it was the only place to buy decent food for a good two hour drive. His mother was a nurse at a local clinic who occasionally had to deal with the odd flu victim. He was never the smartest student, preferring to spend his time running laps around the field or playing whatever sport he was into at the time. Following his graduation from high school, he enlisted in the Canadian armed forces.

"Just a fuckin' hyped up flu. Seriously. Don't worry about it."

He had knew the situation in Chernarus was bad, but he could never imagine how bad it was. When he and the rest of his regiment was sent in as a part of a multi-national peacekeeping to assist in the rebuilding of the country, a mysterious outbreak broke out. It was like a flood. While stationed in Pavlov, he and his team heard shouting and screaming. When they went to break up the fight, they had found that the denizens were consuming each other.

"What the fuck? C'mon guys fall back!"

His unit retreaded towards the nearby military base. They remained there, assisting in evacuations and refuge until they were overwhelmed. While the violence and carnage overwhelmed the base, Harrison climbed under the fence and turned around to see his unit surrounded. 

"Harrison? Harrison what the fuck are you doing?! HARRISON GET THE FUCK BACK HERE! HARRISON!! HARRY!"

He saw as his friends were slowly ripped apart, instead of helping them he began to run. He needed to get out.