My buddy and I Chuck Craig went on a vacation to Turkey when the apocalypse hit, we figured we outta go out and see the world get him out of the office and get me out of the garage, worst mistake of my entire life. The first thing we did was head to the embassy there all we found was undead covering the halls. We cleared them out with other survivors that we met along the way. The radios were busted and there was no chance of fixing them. After a good bit of surviving there we had hoped it wasn't like this back in the states and we heard of another embassy sorta nearby so we decided to travel there to make contact. We headed to the shore where we found a boat and set off on our way to the U.S. embassy in another country. Unfortunately we had only enough gas to make it to chernarus. After arriving on land almost immediately a bandit group kidnapped us. For almost a year they broke us down, water boarded us and starved us. I could hardly understand them but luckily Craig and I took some Russian in High school. Eventually their gang split into two because of some dispute between their leaders and Craig and I were separated. It felt like months of being drug around used as a slave, like I said they barely fed me and gave me water. I don't even want to know the kind of meat they were feeding me. I about gave up on Craig being alive when I heard some talk about a man that sounded like him with their other camp, I made friends with another slave girl who only spoke Russian, we escaped the language barrier made it hard to coordinate a plan but we had it good for a long while, actually we had it more than good, it was nice, but we were found beat and she didn't make it out of the hole like I did. I didn't have time to morn they worked me harder than ever before changed my name a hundred times, all that torture messed with my head and I actually forget my real name, but I never once forgot Craig's name. luckily a bunch of the bandits were picked off and now there were more slaves than people to control them so they started slowly dumping them off away from camp. After a while they dumped me somewhere after they got sick of feeding me with nothing but my clothes and a 1911 I stole along with a radio, now I have to search for old Craig. hopefully he will recognize me let alone remember me, I couldn't keep my slave name so I made my own, I looked down at my gun and decided Colt was a fine name.