I am Rusty Volfson, from a small town called Pavlovo. Being 27 years old and in a good physical prime due to used to being a police officer before the apocalypse, things could be worse, but mentally things have taken a toll. When the outbreak hit the news I was on duty making a arrest on a teenager just shoplifting, heard it from the radio off the neighbouring radio store funnily enough. Didn't believe it at first but then it hit me, everything that didn't concern survival was pointless. Losing so many people so quickly, again again and again, the heart can only take so much, no matter how "emotionally strong" someone can be, forging connections with people is in human DNA.
My Town was ravaged by the apocalypse in the early stages including where two of my close friends at the Police Department died during a fire made to try and contain the outbreak within our town by my own police department chief. We thought the infected came from the south from Kamenka outside of the town but it turns out one of our officers who recently came back from a patrol in an effort to try and control the surrounding area to prevent the infected getting in our town, had been bitten. He was last seen as his normal self at the police station. Finding out after left me in fits of rage, it should've been me taken from this plain of existence. they were good people who were left to die, betrayed. My chief who i before this mess saw as a hero left me with trust issues and as i to stay alive , helping when I must due to my inner moral compass that i got from my parents and time as an officer . Slowly it rebuilds itself and adapts to the apocalypse. Trusting everyone is dumb but no one at all is worse. now i wanders trying to find other like-minded survivors to rebuild Humanity, one small grunt and step at a time. in essence for two years i have been just wondering around trying to get further inland away from the infected hordes and find fellow survivors to rebuild with