Ex-Latvian National Guard medic now living in Chernarus, after coming here to help with the rebuilding efforts Edgar and his wife settled down in a small wooden house near a church. They had a small flower garden right outside of their home, the neighbors were kind and helpful. His own place in the world, dreams of a happy family were brewing in his head. Edgar was working as a bartender at Nadezhdino, a bit far from home, but this place was run by his friend from his military time. When he suddenly heard the news from his wife of rabid soldiers in Severograd, he advised her to come to Nadezhzino with him, as it was safer here, but she refused, saying that she'll help the old folks, as they seemed even weaker that before. Still Edgar had an uneasy feeling about her staying so close to the trouble, but reasoning that the nearby military will handle the situation, he continued working. But a few days of hearing nothing from his wife had began to breed restlessness inside him. After a few days of carefully listening to the news about the infected, and hearing that the infected had even been seen near Chernogorsk, Edgar felt as if his heart would suddenly fall to the ground. Edgar decided to go home to his wife, but the transport from Nadezhdino was stopped, so he had to walk to Olha on foot. But luckily for him his friend that owned the bar decided to come with Edgar and help him on the journey. During their travel Edgar saw the infected and what they could do first hand, witnessing these infected "people" attacking and eating fellow humans made him nauseous. The thought that his beloved wife was left alone not too far away from Severo, where the first attacks were recorded, made him feel even worse. His first infected kill was on an old man, who suddenly appeared before him, sprinting at him like a crazed maniac shook him to his bones. His friend that decided to accompany him tried to fire off his pistol at the infected, but could not pull the trigger. In a few seconds the "Old man" had taken off a chunk of his friends throat, blood spraying from his arteries on to Edgar, Edgar was about to scream, and rush in to help, but saw even more infected rushing towards them, he started running into the nearby woods, never looking back, but after a few minutes of running he was out of breath, still hearing infected around him he steeled himself to the possibility of dying. He picked up a heavy branch and took a stance, at least he'll go out fighting. The first infected to appear was the "Old man", Edgar swung with all his strength at the man's kneecaps, felling the infected, but it continued to crawl towards him. Edgar swung again, this time at the head of the man, after a loud and meaty crunch the infected man stopped moving. Breathing heavily he tried to compose himself, but was alerted by another infected, this time a young man, that reminded him of himself a few years ago, This time he would start at the head of the infected, the branch connected, but it only knocked back the man and broke his only weapon. Knowing that he may never meet his wife again, he rushed the infected man, swinging his fist madly at the jaw of the infected, knocking him down. As the infected laid there squirming, Edgar started stomping on his head, after about 30 seconds of stomping, he walked a bit away and collapsed. Awaking the next day, birds chirping nearby he looked down at himself, looking for any open wounds or scratches, but found none. surveying the scene before him he vomited, the stench of death was a bit much for him, especially seeing that his left foot was covered in a reddish-pink goop. Cleaning himself in a nearby stream, he contemplated going back for his friend, but he decided to continue his journey, afterall his wife was still his priority. After a few more days of walking and being lost, thanks to the storm, he made it to Olha, but in his desperate search for his wife, and eliminating all the infected he could see, he found her... dead... inside his shed, next to her was a pistol and a note that read : "I'm SO sorry i wont let myself turn into one of those "things". It was one of those "Things" i'm sorry i cant even call them human anymore, i saw them rip open our neighbors daughter. I HAD TO HELP! i just couldn't leave a child, Jesus, it was only a fucking child! I got bit.... i know we made plans of raising a family here. But i don't have long. Just promise me , please don't get careless as i did honey.......love you......see you in a better place." . After burying her behind the church, and spending the next few days burying the other residents of Olha...friends....neighbors Edgar went back to his home, left a flower from his garden on the table with a note. "This is Edgar Pike, I WILL NOT return here until this whole nightmare ENDS...... I WILL help as much people as i can to survive this fucked shit. And i will not. Let ANYONE! I see die again.... I..... will.....return.... some day......when its my time.... to lay down...... here....next to you." Picking up his wife's favorite teddy bear, he walked outside, shot a glance towards the church, and left towards the first place that came into his mind, that would still have some medical supplies.