My name is Eddy Beck, I'm 33 years young and from Cleveland, Ohio in the US. I was a big shot producer and manager. I had a nice big house... in 5 states and at least 2 vehicles at every one of them. Ah! Let me tell you this was the life! I had all the money I needed but somehow, I always wanted more. It may be why I was so successful. My motivation for money was bigger than me. But it's what got me in this hell hole.
I guess it's the story of my life. I'm stuck in a loop of constant crap. My dad was a typical Asshole. Drank every god damn day, cheated on my mother several times a week and beat us to a fuckin' pulp at least once a week! My mother was no better, she endured his shit for 14 years until she killed him. I watched her that night... as she repeatedly stabbed him in the chest... I think I counted 49 stabs. I watched her lay next to his limp body laughing. I remember her using her looking at the knife, crying and realizing what she had done and when she did she started laughing. I sat there watching from the staircase with tears in my eyes, in the shadows while my mind took pictures. I was really scared, I knew that was not my mother anymore. I'll never forget the day they took her away to that "special place".
The day she got taken away was when I realized, I was alone!
I was put in a foster home and quite obviously, that did not turn out right, many many times. I think I was in 11 different foster homes from the ages of 7 to 18. With what I saw as a kid and what I had to go through after was enough to make me go insane at times. I was talking to myself often, but what scared people was that I answered my own questions. Let's just say my "self-conversations" were not of the healthy types. I often blacked out and did nasty things which I never really remembered doing. So I was consulting a therapist and doctors for a long time. Then one day, I was diagnosed with schizophrenia and dissociative identity disorder or let's call it "DID". Yep! 2 fuckin' mental illnesses... but, as long as I took my medications I'd be fine. And I did.
That medication held really good too. It changed my life. I went to college to major in marketing and communications. Moved to Hollywood at age 23 to start a career as an artist manager whether it be music or acting. I just wanted to find that STAR! Growing up, I never had any talent aside from being able to lie, cheat and break rules to get me in or out of anything. But I could never act or sing or dance but always had a passion for arts of any kind.
Sadly, after 5 years in Hollywood and almost going broke I was never able to hit it big with any of the artists I worked with. So on my travels, I landed in Nashville, Tennessee and had to wait 2 days before I could take a plane back to Cleveland. So I made the most of it and checked out the local "gigs" playing for the next 2 nights. About 8 hours before I had to take that plane, I watched and listen to a country artist sing all by himself on stage with a guitar. He was about my age, good-looking man and the ladies in the room seem to really like him. After his set, I went up to him and introduced myself. His name was Quinn Bauer. He moved Nashville to try and make it big in the country music industry. 2 years later, his name was all over the charts even breaking country music records.
I was finally what I always wanted to be, a big shot producer and manager. Life completely changed for Quinn and I. We were on tour for the longest time. Living the dream! We had anything and everything we wanted.
After a short break and a second album, we had some demand overseas for Quinn Bauer's music. One of those places was in South Zagoria, place called Chernarus. Quinn didn't want to go there, maybe because of his wife and kid, I dunno I don't have what he has, never been good with women... but the pay for that "gig" was too good to pass up so I did everything I could to convince Quinn and the band to go. I did a bit of lying and pulling strings but in the end, I got what I wanted, what I always wanted... money!
We take the private jet to Chernarus. We landed in Balota Airfield and safely might I add. We all got on the bus together and started to head over to the International Hotel in Chernogorsk. We all relaxed for a few hours, it was such a long flight. We all met up later for the "gig" in Elektro City. So we all got back onto the bus and left Cherno to go work. On the way there, we saw a lot of vehicles leaving the other way and the people looked sort of like they were afraid or in a shock. Upon arriving in Elektro, all we could see are bodies everywhere... people running away and others shooting others. There were military soldiers as well. I even saw 2 tanks rolling around. It looked like a riot and I certainly didn't think this was for Quinn... He's good, but not that good. So we slowly tried to make our way out with the bust when we got stuck in the middle of this insane and inhumane chaos.
We all had to break free on foot but it seemed like there was no way out. We kept our heads down for a while when suddenly someone shot in our direction, hitting the front windows which in turn collapsed making it possible for those things to get in. That's when we noticed the driver got shot in the crossfire. We all pushed to the back of the bus and tried to open the back door. It was sealed pretty tight. Those things are getting closer, blood pouring out their eyes, their skin was rotting and they smelled like absolute shit! I was afraid and seriously thought I was going to die there. Everyone was in front of me as I kept trying to push my way further back, trying to save my own life. There was Quinn and Val Bradley right behind me trying to get the door open. The other band members in front of me start yelling louder, I think one was already bitten bad at this point, the drummer, Luke. I closed my eyes, started to look back at my life, getting ready to die. I can see a few of those things eating on Luke's flesh, Infected were too busy on that, they paid no mind to me, Quinn and Val so we continue trying to open the door.
The door opens finally, Quinn and Val get out but are instantly separated because of those things right outside. They are forced to run opposite ways while being chased by those things and shot at by others. Where was I? Stuck on the door because of those new fuckin' pants I just bought. I try to get out of it and all I can think of is that dead son of a bitch coming at me slowly, he grabs me and instantly tries to bite me. I can see Quinn at a distance looking at me, helpless... Someone starts shooting at Quinn so he had to run. Not sure if he or Val ever made it out alive but I did see him run off and he seemed safe, I also noticed the Keyboard player, John getting away.
I continue to struggle with this thing, I had no choice but to take my pants off to break free (boy that sucked). I had to do it quick, several more of those things spotted me and are on their way. I always carried a pen on me, thankfully it saved my life. I stab that thing in the eye and it drops, I phased out for a second, thinking back to the day my mother killed my father. When I come back around, I think instantly to try and grab my medicine in the bag just at arms reach inside the bus. I grab my bag and started to run. Shots fired in my direction, is the military really trying to kill me? I keep running between buildings, but everywhere I go, more bullets and more biters. Eventually, I was able to run north through the woods without anyone seeing me.
I had no clue what was going on. I had no control... It's been hard to survive, I looked for Quinn or Val, maybe even John, the 3 only possible survivors.
Once again, I am alone!