My name is Cloyd Rivers.
I'm a survivor. Always have been. I started in on the island of Altis in Arma 3 where i spent much of my life selling drugs and defending my cartel for the Altis police force. There's two things that are important to me in my life. Family, and myself. I did what I could to help my family survive on the island of Altis, even if it meant doing things illegally, and taking many lives with my hands. Ive seen many horrible things.... horrible.. HORRIBLE things and im tired of seeing them. When this apocalypse started i fled the island, and ended up in this shit hole called Chernarus. As I mentioned previously, I care about family and myself. Well the outbreak got my family, my wife of 27 and daughter of 8 years. I wanted to get as far away from what I used to call home as possible. After losing them I frantically looked for a way out, even contemplating taking my life. Luckily, as I was passing the airport headed to the main city of kavala where a ship was waiting for survivors, I saw a plane. I didn't know where it was going, but for some reason I felt in needed to get on it. I found a guard at the airport standing alone in a security room, and quickly disposed of his life. I took his uniform and got on the plane as if I owned the thing. Unfortunately, that plane left me here, in Chernarus. I now live a lonely life far away from what i called home, looking to eradicate these animals and find a cure to this madness. I kill any zombie I see in the hopes that they do not get another survivor and have the virus spread more. I dont have the biggest brain but I do what I can to try and help find a cure. Nothing I have done has seemed to work so far. Every survivor I see I hope to think that they may be a doctor, but I haven't found on yet. But i wont stop looking. I wont stop until im 6 feet deep in the ground, or a cure has been found.