Name: Callum Burke
One week before first infection.
So off I went to Newcastle Airport to board my flight and secure my first overseas photoshoot for a local skateboarding magazine in a place called Chernarus. I'd have never of heard of the place if it wasn't for the civil war that was going on about five years prior, all that had cooled down though, and since the civil war the place had become a lot more welcoming to foreigners. The plane I arrived in wasn't much, we landed in at the northeastern airstrip, I was worried the thing wouldn't make it. When I arrived I was greeted by a man called Graham who then told me I'd be working with him, there was five of us who were sent over there to do the photoshoot we were told to meet up with the other three in the capital Chernogorsk.
After I got my bearings and had some food, the two of us headed to Chernogorsk to meet up with the other three guys we'd be working with, the journey didn't take long and we started to get to work.
Leaving Day/Day of Outbreak:
There we all were sitting in the Chernogorsk Hotel lobby. Myself, Graham, Ryan, Ethan and Aidan. It was utter fucking chaos, people screaming, running and crying. It was all a bit too much to take in. The fact that we were stuck in this shitty county and that we were probably going to die out here without ever contacting home again. I don't know how long we sat in that hotel lobby for before we decided to move, it was hours. We knew we weren't getting out of Chernarus, so we did what everybody else did and moved as far away as we could from where it started. We started running up the coast line trying to flag any cars that passed us to stop and help, finally after trying and trying a bus stops for us filled with fleeing civilians, all but one of them speaks English and he lets us know that the bus is heading for the Northeast airfield to hold up there. We decide to stay on the bus as it's our best bet of surviving out here. After a couple hours driving the driver pulls into some woods near one of the big towns I think he said it was called Elektro?
Almost two weeks into infection: Things had gotten pretty rough since we setup camp here a couple weeks ago, people have started going missing and supplies are low. The locals came to a decision that we were going to checkout rumours of supplies nearby in a bid that they would keep us going for a few more weeks. We all piled up the little supplies we had left and headed for a small town one of the locals had marked saying he thinks it has been untouched by all this and may have supplies, or even other survivors. About an hour drive later we can see lights in the distance coming from something, the driver kills the engine of the bus and pulls it behind some bushes to keep us hidden. A woman pulls out some binoculars and checks out the light in the distance, she starts smiling and starts saying 'People' 'People' pointing over to the light. I guess that means the rumours were true, there are still some supplies left! The driver starts up the bus again and we start heading towards the lights. He flashes the lights twice to see if the forces had spotted us and they flash their lights back to let us know that they had. Everyone on the bus was one edge, not knowing what was going to happen next. As we pull up closer to the group we notice there is a roadblock we have to pass through, the driver stops the bus to get out and talk to the group, he tells the rest of us to remain in the vehicle. Just as he steps out of the bus they open fire. After the driver hits the floor they quickly switch targets to the bus, swiftly moving their spotlights and weapons onto the bus and opening up. I hit the floor as soon as I heard the shots going off, others weren't so fast and as I lay there I watched them get torn apart from machine gun fire, some tried to run off the bus but needless to say that didn't work either, the whole ordeal was over in no less than twenty seconds. I was still lying there even after the gunfire had stopped, I was too scared to move. I could hear the troops talking amongst themselves, they were locals from what I could make out and from what the woman had spotted earlier. I should be dead was all I kept thinking, but I wasn't, well not yet anyway. *I hear a lighter ignite and a window smash* Just to make sure all of us were dead they throw a Molotov into the remains of the bus, making sure there were no survivors, then the gunfire starts again as they start double tapping anyone who made it off of the bus onto the road. I know I need to move and get out of here, but how? I stay on the bus for as long as I can, just as the smoke and flames became too much for me I hear a car drive off, this is my chance I think, I kick open the rear exit of the bus and I run for a few meters then I hit the ground to make sure they don't see me, I see the car driving off into the distance, and just as it pulls away the rest of the bus went up in flames. After about half an hour of lying in the field I decide I should go back over to the remains of the bus and see if I can find my friends. I checked all of the bodies that weren't burned on the road and none of them were my friends, just locals we'd arrived with. I quickly peek my head into the bus and see if I can make out any remains, but I can't. I come to the sudden realisation that I need to learn how to survive, and quickly. I am by nature a nice guy, I don't like harming people but after witnessing what happened here I don't think being 'nice' is gonna get me anywhere.