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Dmitry Sokolov
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Date of birth
    1994-03-01 (25 years old)
  3. Place of birth
  4. Nationality
  5. Ethnicity
    East Slavic
  6. Languages
    Russian, English
  7. Family
    Aleksey Sokolov, Diana Sokolova
  8. Religion


  1. Height
    180 cm
  2. Weight
    60 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    True Neutral
  7. Features
    Large birthmark on the right side of tors


My name is Dmitry Sokolov. Male, Age: 25.

I rarely tell someone my last name. My friend can call me "Dima" or "Dimon", for others — Dmitry only.

I was born and lived in Mogilevka all the time I remember myself.

After the disaster, I had no relatives or friends left — my parents died, and I lost contact with friends.

Before the apocalypse, I graduated from high school in Electrozavodsk with distinction and got a job at a cannery in Prigorodki. My father was a biathlete, so sometimes we shot him with pneumatics, and several times in my childhood I went hunting with him, though I only shot from a double-barrel shotgun (perhaps this knowledge was useful to me in the present world).

On the day the troops were brought in, I was sick and stayed home. Parents were at work and I never saw them after that. I learned about what was happening on the radio. After half an hour, I continuously heard the distant howl of police car sirens (mainly from Chernogorsk).
I had little faith in what was happening and thought it was just someone else's joke, but when a convoy of several military UAZs and Urals drove through the village at high speed, I began to worry. Because of my illness, I felt terribly sleepy and I decided not to resist it and fell on the bed, then fell asleep.

The next day I woke up around noon. Parents were still not at home. I looked out the window and was horrified - ten meters from the house stood my neighbor, turned to me sideways. He made strange noises, and that part of the face that he was turned towards me was completely eaten up, and his eyes were empty and dead.
It aroused a chilling fear in me and I fell to my knees all in a cold sweat. I was trembling and I did not know what to do. "Is all this really? ..".

When I came to, I drew the curtains and the entrance door to the key. Having been alone with my thoughts until the next day and listening to the radio at a low volume, I realized that most likely I would not see my parents...

During these, I periodically heard distant (and not so) shots. By this moment, my father’s pneumatic gun found in the closet was already lying next to me. Days passed and a couple of times I managed to see how several surviving residents are still trying to shoot back from those who were unlucky.

Once I opened the window and tried to shoot one of the walking dead. From the fourth shot I managed to put him ...

Since then I sit back in my house and periodically make sorties in like Pusta and Nadezhdino, the area near which I knew very well.

I always did not trust people, especially those whom I do not know at all. After the disaster, nothing has changed, I still wander alone. In most cases, I managed to elude contacts in people (some of which expressed clear signs of aggression). Who knows, maybe I will be able to find people who will accept me...
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