My name is Rakesh Buhari
I was born in Mumbai but my family immigrated to Germany when I was 7 years old.
I have 2 brothers and 1 sister, I am the second oldest after my brother Ranjit.
My mother is from Spain while my father is Indian and because they could not agree on one language, they taught us both Spanish and Hindi.
We immigrated to USA and learned English.
So me and my brother applied for the voluntarily time at the US military. We chose to stay for 2 years, as the salary was really good when choosing the maximum amount of time (2 yrs).
We had only few months left and had already saved most of the money and were ready to study and eventually enter the business world when we were assigned to a deployment in a country we had never heard before called Chernarus.
At first we were glad as we get paid 3x times the money during deployment, but we obviously did not know what was going on in Chernarus at the time.
We arrived during the “second week” on the NATO fleet on the shores of balota airfield. We had to assist the UN as there was a massive lack of personal, also the Chernarussian military needed all the help they could get. We were not allowed to leave the airfield and were told by our officers to wait for orders.
After just a few days of loading cargo trucks with supplies and patrolling around the balota area, my brother was sent to Chernogorsk to evacuate civilians along with US troops. On that night we heard from balota how it was raining bombs in Cherno. I rushed up the hill and climbed one of the big apartment houses north of Cherno and saw a big cargo plane crashing right into the big Hotel in the center of Cherno.
The troops that remained in Balota were immediately sent to Cherno to search for survivors. I was looking for my brother when I spotted a disfigured person walking around the streets, it was the first time I saw a living but dead person, we knew about the outbreak and a strong virus that changes people but I could not believe what I was seeing. We shot as many of the undead as we could and saved some survivors, but I did not find my brother. It was that day the 20th when we were told to leave chernogorsk and bring the refugees east to elektro.
Then I was abandoned by my military in this shithole and I am waiting for certain death. Meanwhile I try to enjoy the good things in life such as scamming people and lying to them and manipulating them as I do with everyone I encounter. I like to introduce myself as a nice guy but in reality I wait for them to go to sleep to take their shit and run. So I use different names every time and hope to never encounter the same person I pranked or scammed. So I go around pretending whoever I need to be like Communist, ex-soldier etc. to prank them and scam them.