My name is Hank Kimble. I am a veteran of the U.S army. I served four tours in Afghanistan. I made many friends being there, but in the midst of terrorist I have lost many of them. I built trust issues... war can be misleading and cruel. After serving 9 years in the Army I have become very familiar with the battlefield and tactics. I have killed many terrorists and it was just my way of life. I was diagnosed with severe PTSD and this made it hard to live normally. People opening pop can sounds like a bullet going off; fireworks on the 4th of July sound just like a grenade going off. I loved getting away and walking. This gave me peace and I learned to take backpacking as a hobby to relieve my PTSD. I worked through my days as a construction worker. I saved enough money to take a vacation backpacking in East Turkey. I bought tickets for my wife and son as well. The plane was overrun by the living dead and the plane went down. My lucky pack saved me, but my family was gone... and so was everyone in my cabin. I have found my way to Chernarus and I haven't seen any life... or at least living life. The living dead are everywhere I need to go to the nearest city and get some food I am starving.