My name is Vaughn Oleg, Born in 1973 Miroslavl.
I am a military from the first battalion which was sent from Miroslavl to South Zangoria on the 12th to later assemble in the Chernogorsk area to control the citizens and immigrants in the millitary zones and block an unknown desease from spreading.
we recieved orders to create refugee safe zones, military camps and checkpoints in order to control the mass migration that was comming from Turovo. In the beginning we were able to keep the zone steady, however the docks were overwhelmed with infected and refugees fresh off the boats that came from the other large cities.
Of course that didn't went well, due to the CDF incompetence by not setting SVS areas, some soldiers started to flee from the area, including me, otherwise i wouldn't be alive at this moment.
At the 19th, when the wave was indeed going to breach the Chernogorsk area, i got to see the real human nature in midst of chaos, i was glad i fleed that place.
I decided to stay away from the cities and moved to the rural area, but one day bandits got me, steal from me. I fought back, but in the end i was badly bruised, lost my rifle and gear. All I Had left with me was my lucky coin, a cigar and a ugly scar in my arm.