Hello? I... I’m Marty Mills… I’m 32. I come from a low class European family. I was sifting through the bins behind the local supermarket looking for a bite to eat today when I was swarmed by a group of those things… They’re everywhere? I was supposed to meet my brother and his wife in Russia in 2016, but I couldn’t hold a job long enough to save for the trip. I’ve heard he is in Chernarus. I’ve been on my own for too long now, its driving me crazy. I haven’t been on my meds since July 2017, when everything went to shit, and all hell broke loose. I’ve been held up inside my family home by myself, too scared to go any further than the confines of the city limits. But I’ve exhausted the resources here. There’s nothing left. So with that, I loaded up the car, and with nothing left to lose, I set course for making the journey to Chernarus after all. That was a few weeks ago. A few days ago I stopped when I saw a woman hurt on the side of the road, I stopped to help her, and to my surprise it was my brother’s wife. She told me my brother was still alive! Suddenly I was ambushed by a group of bandits armed to the teeth. They knocked me out cold. They took my car and all my possessions, leaving with her. I awoke to a bad bruise on the back of my head, I’m only days out from Chernarus now.