My name is Samir Yusuf Dadashov. Before the apocalypse, I was born into a lowly peasant family in a deprived region of Azerbaijan. As a young man I worked in the fields saving my every manat, in hope of one day being able to afford land to grow bountiful acres of crops. My family moved to Chernarus with all our worldly belongings in the hope of finding a better life. The language barrier was slow to overcome and it took years to integrate into the local society. Ever since moving, I have been a loner and was mostly self sufficient, going out into the woods to gather firewood and trapping for rabbits. Eventually the family bought a plot of land and I became a humble tobacco farmer for many years. The skills I learned came in useful when the outbreak started and civilisation began to collapse. Chaos consumed daily life as law and order broke down. I remember the day my family disappeared; after going out for a long expedition to collect medical supplies from a distant hospital to treat my younger brothers wound infections, they were gone without any trace, who could have known what would have happened to them? Perhaps a roaming pack of thieves captured them, who may know. I must try to find out what happened to them!