Both parents born in soviet Russia, and managed to escape once my mother found out she was pregnant with me. They Immigrated to Italy, where they gave birth to me, eventually when I was 12 we moved to the United States to finish our lives. shortly after my 21st birthday this zombie apocalypse broke through and I managed to make my way to Nyheim. When the Outbreak occurred, I was sleeping and everyone was gone, I stopped at deer isle and picked up a few stag and searched houses for supplies, luckily I got there early so I managed to pick up some food and a lot of miscellaneous items. After that, I took a boat from the docks with enough fuel to make it to Nyheim. It was a struggle experiencing new grounds and It took me a bit to get a feel for the land. I hadn't seen anyone on the island until now. I met this guy, around my age, his name was Amin. Amin and I both had just entered Nyheim and we decided to explore it together. We had saw flyers hung up advertising a safe zone near by. It said "look for the Green mountain with the lighthouse. Amin and I had sought out to reach the safe zone and gather ourselves together.