When I was 15 I was not like any normal teenager who liked to play football or play games. I like to play with weapons. knives pistols or whatever I could get my hands on. As days became months and months eventually turned into years I had mastered how to point, aim and shoot. I was becoming the ultimate warrior. My collection of weapons grew and grew. One day I was listening to the news when i heard of this mysterious diseases. so I started to research. At first everyone thought it was just a normal diseases that would last a while and the patient would eventually get better, but the more I looked into it the more I figured out. This is no ordinary diseases, this was the outbreak of the zombie virus. and the infection spread and the chaos grew, many people were looking for a place that was safe from everything. What we was all told to do was go to a place called Chernarus. This was apparently a safe haven, a getaway from the zombie apocalypse. So like any normal person I got as much survival gear as I could carry and got on the first evacuation helicopter over to Chernarus it was only when the chopper crashed off the shore that I realised. nowhere is safe.