It started as a regular day. I woke up, showered, ate some breakfast, kissed the wife and kid, and off I was to work. I hopped in my jeep and drove to the railyard. Little did I know this would be the last time I saw my family. As I arrived at the yard I met up with Jake. A colleague and friend of mine for years. We were due out on train 438, departing at 16:00. "How's it going, Bill?" Jake would ask, "Just another day, Jake. Gotta keep moving this freight. Now get up in the locomotive and lets get this thing going. If she ain't turning she ain't earning." I told him as I pointed up to our locomotive. The next few hours ran like normal. Left the yard pulling our train behind us, heading over 250 miles to the next terminal. Once we got there though things were different. We had been hearing the stories of what had been happening in Serverograd. We thought them to just be rumours of sort. But when we crested the ridge and looked down towards the city we knew something wasn't right. Soldiers were everywhere. They blocked our train and forced us out. "Hey! What's going on here?" Jake asked one of the commanding officers. The soldier was silent. They pushed us towards the city as we could see local townsfolk being forced to do the same. We piled into a school house and the doors closed behind us. We didnt know what our fate would be but we had hope. Jake was an experienced outdoorsman and hunter. We had gone on many trips together throughout the years and my own skills had improved drastically. The first night we stayed in the school we could hear the bombings in the surrounding area. Jake thought that this would be the best time to try and escape. So we did. We managed to sneak out of an unlocked window in the early hours of the morning and head south. We trekked all the way to Guglovo before we found an abandoned barn to give us shelter. For three weeks we hid in that barn. Only venturing out to find small amounts of food and water. One morning we woke to the sounds of footsteps outside the barn. Other civilians were heading south so we decided to join them. We marched until one night we found our group being attacked by the soldiers we thought were here to protect us. Except something was wrong with these men. Some of them had limbs missing and didn't act as if they felt pain. The group was terrified and we tried to fight them off with anything we had, rocks, sticks, bats, pipes, anything people had taken with them. There were few guns and even fewer bullets. During the fighting I found Jake. He was on the ground holding onto his shoulder. "Jake?! Are you ok? What happened." I asked as I held his head up in my arms. "It... bit me." He took his hand off his shoulder. Blood ran from the wound. He coughed and spit up blood. "This isn't going to end well." He managed to get a few more words out. "You're going to be fine. I'm here Jake!" He looked up and nodded slightly. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he exhaled his final breath. I began to sob and hold my friend in my arms. This couldn't be happening. How could he have died? A few moments later his body stirred. His eyes opened. Blackness. That's all that was in his eyes as he gazed at me. I panicked and threw his body off of me. It rose slowly to its feet and began walking towards me. "No... No Jake!" His stare was cold. I pulled out my knife and shook my head. "Not like this." I raised my knife and came down with the blade right into Jakes skull. His body hit the ground and so did I. "Hey! Get up! We need to get out of here." A voice from my right yelled. I brought myself to my feet and followed. The survivors of the attack had made their way to Pusta and that is where my story begins. I have ventured away from the small group we had let and decided to go on my own. I had to try and head back home to my wife and child. I didn't know what their fate was. But I needed to find out.