I was born in London to my single mother named Rebecca, shortly after i was born she was offered a job as a chemical weapons researcher in Chernarus, we lived a fairly normally, I had just turned 18 and life was good, up until the dead started walking. My mum and I stayed in our house for the first 5 days of the apocalypse, until food ran out of course. We had heard somewhere on the radio that the military was evacuating civilians at a checkpoint a few kilometers away from our home and we thought it would be a good idea to go, we were wrong, I remember waking up on the third day of being on the move to the sounds of screaming, my mum's screaming. I grabbed the pistol that had no bullets and sprinted for the door, where, I found my mum lying on the ground, blood pouring out of her head and ribs, everything gone, the last thing she told me was that she loved me and that those things didn't do this to her. she died 1 hour later, i just sat there, for 3 days not moving, in that house alone with my mothers corpse. After the third day i got up, buried her and said my goodbyes, i never found that military evacuation, Its been nearly a year since then, i don't know whats happened to the rest of the world and i don't really care, the only thing i care about is finding the bastards that did that to my mother, and i swear, i will not rest until i find them.