I was working in a small island city about 40 km's out from the coast of Chernarus. There was lots of factory's, only 1 police station and hospital. Some of my best friends before the outbreak were fisherman. Which i never would have been able to know this was the very thing that would keep me alive during the outbreak.
I'm a previous motorcycle club member in which i had almost worked my way to the top of our gang, We made most our spare dime off 2nd hand car parts and scrap metal. I grew up on a small farm in the island so i know how to handle myself in the wild, i also had some dark days of the gang where we would go do runs and steal off business we could. But then the "zombie" virus made it on a plane through to our island. Because it was small compared to Chernarus we had almost no chance. It spread quicker than ever, I watched my family and closest friends disappear as i jumped on a fishing boat with my friend to escape the island. Once we got to cheranus we ran out of fuel so we split off to look for fuel and firewood for the night. It was this moment that would be the last time i seen my good friend. I searched for weeks after but he never returned from collecting fire wood that day. I decided to ditch the boat and try to find a town for supplies. I found a spot where i could camp it that seemed safe and decided to stay there while using local radio's, notes and everything i could to make contact un-infected people and my friend but had no luck. after being alone trying to survive for months, I decided to change my ways.