After hearing of the loss of his Uncle Vladimir in Chernaurus, I went to Chernaurus to attend the funeral and see my Mother's side of the family that I haven't communicated with in years. As the outbreak began to spread I thought it'd be best to try and wait it out with my family since I didn't have really anyone in the states. As it continually got worse and worse I realized that there would be no return home and that I better start preparing for the worst. I had went to the police academy which gave me some prior knowledge to gun skills and the boy scouts also helped a lot with wilderness survival. I was fully prepared to help the family that I had left survive, but the looters and infected were stronger than I could ever have imagined. First my Aunt Rochelle died to a gunshot wound to the abdomen, next my cousin Ivan and cousin Vera both died while out on a run for supplies to a horde of infected. The rest of my family soon would die including my brother Rocco, who was the most mentally tolling loss on me. I laid in bed for days after and couldn't move until I had to defend our house from looters that tried to fight off, but there were too many and I had to escape which led to the death of the rest of family. I've been wandering for awhile and am looking for anything to keep me going.