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Pete Jenkins
Character information
  1. Date of birth
    1981-10-24 (38 years old)
  2. Place of birth
    Mobile, Alabama
  3. Nationality
    American
  4. Ethnicity
    Western European Background
  5. Languages
    English

Description

  1. Height
    180 cm
  2. Weight
    90 kg
  3. Build
    Slightly Stocky
  4. Hair
    Brown
  5. Eyes
    Blue
  6. Alignment
    Lawful Neutral

Background

I had long been considering Chernarus my second home, and now I don't think I have a choice.

It was way back in '09 that I first got sent here. I had just finished college a year prior, who'd have thought Pete Jenkins would have graduated with honors! If only the kids shoving me in the lockers calling me dumb could see me now, and they will! My uncle was able to get me a job as a correspondent for CNN's international news division. I knew little about the country but they had given me the minor details. A civil war had broken out in the country and Russia was once again trying to stick their nose into things. Very little was known so they sent me in to get to the bottom of it.

That was over 10 years ago now and if I'd known then what I know now I would've quit on the spot.

After the civil war had ended I was being sent a lot less frequently. Tensions had died down and Chernarus was facing a new era of prosperity. There were a few suspicious political ties that I was sent in to cover but other than that I only really went down to visit a few friends I had made along the way. That was until the riots of early '17.

I guess that's where you can say my story both begins and ends. I had made great progress at the network and had become their go-to guy for all things eastern Europe. But that didn't exempt me from getting out their into the field to get my hands dirty. At this point I had been to Chernarus over 20 times and had grown quite a connection to the area so I jumped at the opportunity to go down there, little did I know this would be my last flight in or out.

There was an aura of mystery surrounding what was going on. The CDF and the Russians were seemingly working together and civilians in the northern area of South Zagoria were being evacuated in waves. Any attempts by myself or my team to get information were met with great hostility and before I could figure out more the Russians were leaving and bombed the goddamn place on their way out. It appeared Chernarus was in all out war again, good thing I was there to cover it! Fighting in the region was escalating with reports of civilians getting caught in the crossfire and sometimes cannibalized, things were looking bleak.

By mid July things had gotten so bad that I couldn't secure the proper connections in order to send my reports back to HQ in the states. And that's when I started to learn the truth. The truth about all of this, the truth about what the Russians were trying to cover up. I couldn't believe it at first but day in and day out the evidence grew. I had to somehow get the truth back home, to let the world know that the undead were rising.

Since I wasn't able to get access to the internet or phones I knew I had to somehow get myself back to the states to let people know. I arrived at the Krasnostav international airport on the 17th but it seemed many others tried and gunshots rang out as the CDF detained people within the airport to try to control what was going on. Not wanting to be stuck in a potential bombing target I fled the area. Later that day marines and army alike arrived in droves and I managed to secure a spot at their outposts in Chernogorsk as some of the guys recognized me from TV. They supplied me with a weapon and told me that if I was able to help them they could secure me a spot home.

A couple days later we were overrun and were divided while we scattered in all directions and for the next few days bombings were happening all over the area and then, nothing. The calm before the storm, literally. A storm unlike anything I'd seen in the area rolled in and wreaked havoc on our military outpost allowing whatever the hell those things are to break in. Luckily myself and a couple of the guys were able to secure ourselves a Humvee and flee further northwest where we remained for months, living off the land.

That was until they found us there too.

I don't know what's happened to Pvt Jackson and Pvt Reggie but all I know is I'm tired of running. I need to get back home and let the world know whats going on here, if there's a world left out there.

Pete Jenkins reporting, live on the scene, soon to be dead on the scene? Oh god what have I gotten myself into.

1 Comment


Your story arc has such immersion. This is amazing! Really hope I run into you out there. 

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