To whoever finds this letter,
My name is Astaroth Lefko. I write this in the hope that I leave some sort of legacy behind, preserved in
some form. In case no one ever reads this letter…well, that’s just the way it goes sometimes.
I was born in Russia, the son of Greek parents. From an early age I knew what I was good at:
engineering, tinkering, and making weapons. I took apart watches for fun, and wandered the forests
near my home, dreaming up new designs for all kinds of things.
It was that passion that got me into the military, years later. I served as a soldier and as an engineer,
eventually working my way into missile engineering. I was responsible for the missile that ended the civil
war of Chernarus, but that’s another story.
However, being in the business of death can make one cold, and I was getting ready to retire when I
started to see the messages: an infection, spreading the world over. On the military base I was at, it was
believed we would be safe, and that there was nothing to worry about.
How quickly things change. Within days the base was overrun, and the few of us un-infected made it out
through underground tunnels. We emerged to a world in chaos.
My fellows went to find their families, but I am unique in that regard, for I don’t have any. My parents
died years ago, and I never married. I stood there, unsure what to do or where to go.
It was then I got a call to meet my friend on his boat, and that we’d survive by sailing on the Green Sea.
The harrowing journey to get to the coast could span countless pages, but I only have one. We floated
out there for a long time, watching the smoke of civilization rise into the sky. We had hoped to be able
to get more supplies, but we didn’t want to risk getting close to the infected.
When our supplies ran out, we were unsure what to do next. As we were debating our options, a storm
came. A terrible storm, throwing the ship against rocks, against an unknown coast. My friend was killed.
His name was Tobel.
The ship was wrecked on a coastline with black sand. I buried Tobel there.
As I moved up the coast into the countryside, a dark realization hit me. I knew where I was; had studied
the maps long enough to know that I was in Chernarus, ground zero of the infection.
It’s been a few months since then.
Every day is a fight for survival, and lately I’ve had to ask: what for? What drives me? I left behind no
one. No one misses me. And yet, it’s exactly because of that, I must keep going. To someday survive
this…I’ll stop at nothing. My legacy will be more than an engineer of death and destruction.