Before Military: I was born on 14th of May 1981. I grew up in Melbourne Australia, to a single mother after my dad left me and her for his other endeavours. I endured a rough childhood of being bullied for roughhousing other children and being bullied for not having a father. I managed to make only one single friend. George was his name he was a boy similar to me but with a more of a gentlemanly attitude. He always stood up for me and after one of the biggest fights in middle school, he brought me back to his house because fear of my mother retribution. That day we decide that no matter what happened we would always stay together. In high school we weren’t interested in academics we would always ditch school and go to the military base and watch as the RAAF (Royal Australian Air Force) would do there training exercises. George was always more popular with the ladies than me but no women could separate us.
Military: When we graduated we decided to join the RAAF, we were both lucky enough to be put in the same squadron. Training was one of the most enjoyable moments of my life. George and I were so close that the RAAF couldn’t separate us, in cooperative training exercises we excelled together and won the fastest joint training exercise in reconnaissance of the recruits.
East Timor was my first warzone. Myself and the rest of Squadron 1 flew out into our first operations. That was the first time I lost a friend. George was my longest friend and my only true friend as we were initially entering the warzone, George’s plane got hit by AA fire and went down I narrowly avoided it but all I saw was the burning wreckage of George’s plane. We never could salvage the body.
Iraq War was when I was a Squadron Leader. They said I was one of the youngest Squadron Leaders they had. My Squad was in charge of reconnaissance and gathering of intel of key strategic locations to help ultimately bring down Saddam Hussein.
Afghanistan War was my finally warzone. I led a total of 3 group operations and a single solo mission. When on my solo mission I was shot down and only by sheer luck did I survive the landing. I landed in a village called Kheyrabad, the towns folk were kind enough to hide me and allowed to blend in until I was able to contact my base and request an extraction. Unfortunately, the conditions in Afghanistan and after the crash left me with a small amount of PSTD that was on top of seeing my best friend shot down.
After the army I was dismissed on the accounts of my PTSD and awarded my numerous medals for Service and bravery. I travelled around a lot after the army acted as a mercenary in numerous countries but landed in Russia with other ex-Soviet Union soldiers. When we found no work left in Russia we decided to move to Chernarus. I decided I had enough fighting in my lifetime so I left the rest of my group to seek a more peaceful life of solitude and tranquillity.
Chernarus: I lived out in almost in the middle of nowhere the exact location is west of Polana in the Black Forest in which I only travelled into town when the stores of food and resources ran out. I would usually wear my civilian clothes but I would carry a 1911 with two magazines on my person at all times. I have a CR527 Carbine at my house but again only ever had two magazines for it. I had only been living in Chernarus for about 6 months when the outbreak started. I didn’t notice until a few days in the outbreak when I heard numerous gunshots and decided to drive out to Polana to see if anything was amiss. I was greeted with houses and stores empty, I decided to drive around to see if I could find anyone. I noticed one of the blood stained doors in the middle of town with a man kneeling over a woman on the floor. I rolled down my window and called out to him to ask if he had seen or knows where anyone is. He slowly turned around and I was struck with horror as I saw the man’s face, a face that I had never seen before he had a single eye and no bottom jaw with a dangling tongue. I quickly rolled my window up as he assaulted the car with surprising speed and strength. I quickly slammed the accelerator but as I was about to speed off the man managed to smash the back window and destroys one of the door panels, in doing so the man’s arm is ripped off as I quickly drive back to my house. This is where my story begins after fighting my first Z.