My characters name is Zechariah Peterson, before the outbreak he worked as a contractor for a private military company which was located just outside of Zelenogorsk. His home town was in Balota, which is where he grew up. Sadly, when he was 20 years of age, both of his parents died of pneumonia. Because of this unfortunate turn of events, Zechariah became homeless for a short period, his parents home went into foreclosure. Once he had enough money, he bought himself an apartment in Chernogorsk where he stayed. A year before the outbreak Zechariah met a girl near the Chernogorsk cafe and they both hit it off instantly, a month went by and she was already living with him. He hadn't been this happy since before his parents' deaths, and because of this he was obsessed with the thought of losing her, and how he wouldn't know what to do if he lost her. A few months pass, and his significant other comes down with a mysterious disease, doctors informed him that it was an advanced form of rabies and that the disease had evolved into something much more sinister, his girlfriend soon slipped into a coma. Everyday he sat by her bed, staying by her side from dusk to dawn. On one particular evening, the sound of gunshots rang throughout the hospital building. Confused, he walked outside, and to his horror, he found soldiers in gas masks lining up infected civilians up against the hospital walls and mercilessly shooting them. In a panic, he ran back into the hospital room which his girlfriend had been in and looked out the window, what he saw dumbfounded him, he saw hoards of the infected blindly roaming the streets of Chernogorsk, attacking any fleeing civilians and soldiers up upon the roofs of buildings, shooting into the streets below. In the distance, near the inner parts of the city, he saw a 747 plane slam into the side of a bank building. While watching, he heard a noise behind him. He turned and saw his girlfriend standing next to her bed, she had turned into one of them. He didn't know how to react, he felt numb. And because of his hesitation, his now infected significant other tackled him to the ground. He grabbed a scalpel and jammed it into her neck, she fell beside him, now dead. He got to his feet, in shock, not knowing what he had just done. This sudden change of events left him emotionless, he felt no pain, no remorse, no sadness, there was no time for that. It has been roughly eight months since then, and now the once thriving country of Chernarus was now a desolate wasteland filled with the undead and savage people, now, a man who is torn and has sociopath like tendencies, an empty shell of his former self, is just surviving, doing whatever benefits him and his well being, and anyone who gets in his way, will be a victim of his merciless wrath.