I just wanted to do what I thought was right. My name is Finn Taylor, I was born on June 24th, 1999. Up to around the last year or so, I've lived a life of relative comfort growing up in an upper middle-class family in a small, Midwestern town. My entire life my parents had been beside me, teaching me to avoid drugs, stay out of trouble, and help those that can't help themselves. When I got ideas about joining the army in the fall of my senior year, my parents and family seemed to disapprove at first, I think it was out of fear for my safety. As I left high school next spring and prepared to join up however, they only seemed to be proud of my choice. Obviously I didn't know what I was getting myself into. The very first place I was deployed to was a place called Chernarus. They told us we needed to go there to provide support to other troops in the area and protect towns and cities because of some kind of incident. As we arrived on the shores, it wasn't quite apparent just how bad the situation was. Over the next few days/weeks, it would become apparent pretty quickly. At first the attacks were small, and the first time I witnessed a fellow soldier of mine destroy those creatures, I was shocked because they looked pretty close to human. As the attacks were getting more frequent, and I saw firsthand what they could do to actual humans, I knew that these "things" were certainly not people, not anymore anyways. Whatever these infected things were, they reminded me of the monsters and things I saw in TV shows that I used to love to watch as a kid. During our deployment in the later weeks, me and a few of the friends I made in my squad gave each other nicknames to try and increase each others moral, they nicknamed me Thorn, they only jokingly said once that they gave me that nickname because I was good at "sticking" to/with people, even if they didn't want me near them, either way though the nickname stayed, as did their nicknames. Overtime every place we attempted to protect was overrun, eventually there was nothing more any of us could do. When the last protected area fell and soldiers around me were getting.... eaten, I just ran. As my guns ran out of ammo and I was getting more exhausted, I had to get rid of most of my equipment just to lighten the load. I've been stuck here for awhile now, and I'm still trying to remain positive, even with all the death around. I can only wonder what's happening to the rest of the world, especially my parents. All we can really hope for now is an end to this major disaster.