Moving to charnarus with his familly was one of the easiest things he had ever did, the country was flourishing (as far as he could tell) and buseniss was booming. At first signs of civil war and turmoil he made sure to build a custom built bunker for him and his familly. John made sure his familly knew what to do incase of war or some other disaster and to take shelter inside bunker. The tensions were high but John kept doing his work untill marshal law was enforeced in April of 2017, not untill the people started fighting back John consider to use the bunker. Calling his wife to pick up the children and meet him at the bunker. The civil unrest kept looking like a cival war more and more. Arriving at the bunker there were a two people at the entrance trying to get the hatch opened. John seeing this told them to back off and this was his bunker. Feeling the unjustice of it all 1 of the men picked up a piece of metal from the floor and told John they were taking the bunker for themselves. Seeing the bunker was the only thing standing between his familly and fending for themselves out here, John had little choice but to defend his bunker. A fight insued, John got hit by the metal object on his head but managed to subdue the 2 men. Feeling the blood dripping down he felt his consciousness slipping. Shounting can be heard in the distance it seems a mob has formed, John knew what he had to do secure this bunker for his familly survival. He stumbeld towards the hatch, unlocked and opened it. He looked around one last time before closing the hatch and climbing down, but all the exertion became John to much and he was feeling light headed. One second he didn't pay attention and his foot slipt and John crashed with a mighty blow onto the concrete. The first thing I remember was waking up on the floor in a daze with a wound on my head, I couldn't remember anything about who I was or where I was. After bandaging my head I started looking around and I quickly found out I was in a bunker stocked up with weapons and provisions, who knows for what reason they were there and who knows what I was doing there. After looking around I found a wallet in my coat presumingly my wallet. According to the ID my name is John Bennet, I'm 28 at years old and was born in the Netherlands, accepting my old name I quickly moved on and started looking for a way out. After looking for a while I found a ladder going up ending at a sealed hatch, I tried opening the hatch but it seemed to be blocked or stuck from the other side, after a while I gave up and prepared to find a place to sleep and get something to eat. Living in the bunker wasn't all that bad but the lonelyness started to take it's toll on john's sanity after a while. It didn't help he didn't know what he was doing there and what was going on on the outside, he had heard gunshots a couple of times and got increasingly more worried about his situation. After months his food supplies started to dwindle and his sanity was even slipping more, after deciding he didn't want to live like this he wanted to end it all and grabbed one of the pistols from the armory. Saying he's goodbyes to his family and making his peace with his god he planted the gun against his temple and screamed and closed his eyes ready to pull the trigger. After a few seconds he heard something, something was scratching the hatch. He started screaming for help and the scratching started intensify and he thought he could hear some kind of mouning. Putting the gun behind his belt he started climbing the ladder and banging on the hatch after a while with no effect he tried to put all his strength into the effort to open the hatch. After a bit the hatch mechanisme started to creak open and with the prospect of freedom he doubled his efforts and smashed the hatch open with all his might. Feeling the sunshine on his face was the best thing he ever felt but the sunlight blinded him at first but it didn't matter he was free at last. He took a deep wif of fresh air and it felt great but there was something wrong, the air was full of the stench of rotting flesh and he could here some soft mouning very close to him. After a few second his eyes adjusted to the sunlight and he could look around, all he saw was devastation and bodies. All of a sudden he felt something and he turned his head a zombie like creature had grabbed him by his coat and was lunching itself with open mounth towards him. John Quickly reacted and pushed it away from him with a swipe from his arm, while it was turning around to initiate another attack John grabbed his gun and blasted it in it's face. Being in some kind of shock he had little time to compose himself, the shot he fired attracted a number of undead he could not take on. John quickly climbed out of the bunker and started running, to where? who knows? John 's problems had just begun.