My name is Anton Korolev; I am, or was, a 38 year old IT-consultant.... man, that sounds a little outdated now, doesn't it? ... *chuckles* ... I am on a journey to find..... maybe... a lost cause, I don't know.
My story begins as simple as they come.. back in the age before the collapse, I was a zagorian native who had lived in Berezino since I moved out on my own and at the time of the outbreak I was studying to become a paramedic. I had become tired of the IT world and always felt the desire to help people in need, so it had felt like a natural course of action to me.
As bachelors so often do, I one day met a woman, Melania, who was fated to become the love of my life. We fell in love and had just begun to plan to move in together when the news had begun a series of reports regarding strange occurrences in the north and unorthodox military procedures taking place. As the news filtered over to the coast about the chaos unfolding in Severograd, Melania and I both had immediately gotten bad vibes about the whole thing and we were fortunate enough to already find ourselves on the road south out of town when the waves of infected took the city from the north. Even as we were several miles from the city proper, we could still hear the far-off screams from the urban center echoing out across the neighboring countryside.... thousands of people... just.. screaming in agony, terror and despair... a distant hellish choir, as the raging fires painted the evening sky in a smoggy orange...
On the road, we had passed a family with a battery-powered radio. Together we listened in as a general alert was broadcast across southern zagoria. I don't exactly know if it had been an official broadcast or just somebody with a transceiver who had come across classified information, but the voice was notifying people not to stay indoors, but to pack up and leave. There were apparently ships en route to the southern city of Elektrozavodsk, which were going to evacuate as many people as possible. This had sounded like a good a plan as any. We had already been en route south to my parents in Tulga and were debating whether or not we should go there first, if they might already be in Elektro and maybe we should try to find them there or if we should split up to cover both possibilities. The widespread darkening of telephone- and internet communications made any decision a risky one.
As we were weighing our options, we arrived at the Dubrovka checkpoint...
Ever since we got separated, I have been on a journey to find her. Did she leave me? Was she forcefully taken from me? Is she even still alive? These are questions that I must find the answers to before my time in this hell is over.