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Server time (UTC): 2023-04-02 05:19

Cleatus montgomery
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Date of birth
    1990-03-07 (33 years old)
  3. Place of birth
  4. Nationality
  5. Ethnicity
  6. Languages


  1. Height
    187 cm
  2. Weight
    81 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Good


My name is Cletus Montgomery, Im an american from southern MS, grew up hunting and fishing my whole life. Caught a Plan over to Norway for a hunting trip and have been stuck here ever since. Once the infection took over i moved into the mountains and have begin to homestead in a foreign Country. I picked up farming and killing big game to make my way. I stick to my self but hope to find a group to run with. I met a Guy Name Zhelgov Admulmagomdov and he seemed nice! He let me stick around him and his family and taught me the lay of the land. Thanks to his expertise i was about to learn the local language and fight my way through the landscape. At one point I decided id try to make it on my own and live in the woodline. But this seemed to only get rounded and rounded until i could'nt handle it on my own. I reached out to abdul and seeing if he would meet me for a talk. Once I got there it was great. im happy that i finally have found a friend.

I went back Zheglov Abdulmagomdov and told him bud, I need a place to stay until this blows over. He happily obliged and we were like to pees in a pod. I started to pick up a real love of vodka before shit started going south real fast. One day some soldiers came to the door and demanded that we grab a bag and pack clothing because we were being "Re located for our safety". Now i will tell you, These camps wasnt the damn hampton... It was survival of fittest, Now i helped to make sure that Zheglov daughter and wife
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had enough food. I didnt eat that much, and wanted to make sure that they were fed and safe. Like with everything, Sickness started to spread within the camp. That is when Anastasia, Zheglov Daughter passed away from pneumonia. This devisated my friend and his wife. and one day I walked into the tent and that is where I saw it. Zheglov had his makarov out, and shot his wife then turned it on him. I pleaded with him to not do it and He pulled the trigger. This was the hardest day for me, I had just lost the only person I knew in this god forsaken country... and it was heart breaking... I prepared this family for burial, and gave them the best send off i could...

At this point I decided that it was time to move on and try the wilderness... luckly I lean on my skills I learned in the service... Now I still continue to try to make money selling weapons... but now I am just surviving... Some time has passed... I keep up with time by seasons now... Its becoming summer time and the birds are chirpping... I will survive this wave of this virus and hopefully find my way back to america...


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