It was a nice summer morning in Altis, I was bar tending in Pygro's at the time I got the call, It was from my Mother who had requested to go see her side of the family in Sochi, Russia. We decided to go visit them in June since money wasn't the greatest around here. My girlfriend Marcia who had just gotten back from university in Greece was extremely inclined to go as she had not met my family apart from my Mother. My father had died in a factory accident back in 2003, grease fire I think it was. Anyways the weeks went by and I had saved up enough for the three of us. We then drove to Altis International Airport and got on an airliner to the country of Chernarus at a small airfield in the north east area of the country. It seemed nice at the time... but we had a long drive ahead of us to get to Sochi. So we began driving and we made it to the border of Russia. A soldier asked us what the purpose of entering Russia was for and declined our entrance. He said that my identification papers were faulty or something and that I need to drive ALL the way back to Chernogorsk to get my papers identified. Well we had come this far and I had already bought the plane tickets so I left Marcia and my Mother at the border, they stayed in a hostel in a town close to the border. So I began my journey back to Chernogorsk and ran out of gas about half way. I had run out of money to purchase gas so I started hitch hiking, I sold my little shitty car to some mechanic, he gave me 25000 rubles for it, about 3 weeks had past and I was close to my destination, I was in Elektrozavodsk when it happened. It was July now and my family probably worried for me. Suddenly I had started hearing news of attacks in the west, I wasn't really sure what had happened, I was staying in a small motel near the docking area of Elektrozavodsk. It was nice, that was until I started hearing screams and gunfire just up the road. I got my things and head out the door to see people shooting each other, robbing, looting. The military was trying but really couldn't do anything. I was walking to the docking area to ask one of the guys about what was happening when suddenly someone started running at me, like a psycho person or something. I ran down onto the beach and out ran it. I found myself on the beach, in the middle of no where with some items and a can of pop I brought from the motel. And thus, my story began. With wind on my back and my environment filled with crazy people with and without guns I made my way to the east. My goal... to get to the border and see my family, my Marcia, once again.