Nikolai Osaka was a doctor, living in and aiding the surrounding of Petrovka Chernarus. The many nearby logging areas were prone to accidents, and he mainly spend his days mening broken bones and binding up wounds of loggers, lumberjacks and aid the occasional tourist hikers who fell down the steep slopes to the north.
Nikolai lived in a small house right in the middle of the village, all was fine and perfect until that dreadful october. An out of town woman drove up into the village, she says she came from Elektrozavodsk looking for help. Little was known this high up north about what went down south. News was slow. She said she was bitten by a crazed man and fled north. Nikolai was busy with many awkward wounds beginning that week, but this woman was probably the instant sign that there was something wrong. The wounds all seem to be infected in an odd way that couldn't be explained.
Nikolai quickly ran out of antiseptics and bandages and had to drive to the nearest town for supplies. Trying to call to all nearby hospitals end up in nothing. The radio broadcasts claimed military involvement, and the TV news gave glimpses of something out of the ordinary. Supplies ran out quickly and had to be restocked, so he went in his old jeep and drove east. He knew a few doctors there who might have supplies, but none answered the phone. Answers were needed. The further he went, the more it became clear, the people were crazed and started chasing the jeep as if they were wild animals. The old jeep suddenly stuttered and cranked to a hold on a dirt road between Grishino and Gorka. he packed his camping gear and most supplies, and headed towards lake Prud. Setting up camp there for the night would at least be an idea worth trying. The old hunting rifle might work, or it might not, since it wasn't for 10 years since the last time he had to shoot a bear who came near the town looking for food. The night fell, and strange sounds were heard to the south. Gunshots, screams and roaring of engines.
What was going on? It was the very morning he got shaken awake by a man who looked like he saw a ghost and muttered words about zombies and raiders. He passed out in the grass and all Nikolai could do was try to make the best of it with the little items he had left to aid this man. He didn't seem to have any wounds, but the shock took the better of him. After a few hours and some pineneedle tea the man began to explain everything. About the lockdowns, the raids and the military. The story was clear. Stay out of town, trust nobody who grunts and trust nobody who points a gun at you. Still batteling the whole idea of this freak situation he packed the basics and asked to head north, back to Petrovka. A good few hours walking through the woods learned that petrovka was no longer alive. The very woman he treated the day before now crawled around grunting and heaving. barely recognized and clearly something else now. The man explained this was going on everywhere. The lessons were swift and manditory. Stay out of sight, don't let those things bite you. They cannot be reasoned with, and cannot be cured. Nikolai then determined that was a lie. These people are sick, there must be a medicine. If it cannot be found it must be made. And we must warn the masses, heal the weak, for Nikolai is a doctor. "I will prevent disease whenever I can, for prevention is preferable to cure."