As a boy I was always obsessed with stories about nature. My father, a doctor, encouraged my reading but was uneasy about the amount of time I spent in the woods with a book in my face. He worried about my safety like all good dads do. However, I knew that as long as my grades were high enough I could get away with a lot of things. My childhood was spent sitting in a tree, alternating between my studies and grand stories of survival and adventure.
At the age of seventeen my good grades were noticed by some very prestigious schools. I was amazed at all the choices I had, because I honestly didn’t even really consider going to college at first. I wanted to travel the world before settling down and going to school. Encouraged once again by my father, I decided to attend the University of Virginia like he did.
College was good for me. I finally got out of the woods and started meeting people and making friends. I’m not entirely sure how it happened, but I became a people person. Hell, I even had a girlfriend I was considering marrying. She really did bring out the best in me. Her kindness and compassion was infectious. After living with her for a year we shared the same lofty dreams of becoming doctors and travelling the world to help people. When we graduated we both signed on with Doctors Without Borders. We were of course split up and sent to different countries since we weren’t married. She was sent to Takistan to aid in humanitarian efforts there, and I was to be sent to Chernarus to aid the Red Cross efforts in the area to train local doctors. She was sent halfway across the world six months before I left home. The distance was hard on our relationship and ultimately led to our breakup. This was shortly before I left for Chernarus and s few weeks before the chaos began.
When I arrived at Miroslavl airport things were falling apart. My first impression of the country were not great. The news was reporting unrest in the country due to simmering resentments between the Chernarussian government and the Russian government. My group had some serious trouble getting through to Southern Zagoria. When we arrived we were directed by locals to the site where we would set up our training program. It was an old abandoned camp site with a small clinic just south of Gvodzno. We barely had time to set up basic infrastructure in the camp before evacuations of the north were called for. After receiving a radio signal from the Red Cross about them setting up clinic in Chernogorsk, we decided to head south to help out the Red Cross in any way possible. With the help of some locals we made our way south.
When we met with the Red Cross we were put to work helping them deal with the massive influx of refugees in the area. Shortly after that we began to notice what the Red Cross was really doing here. They filled us in after we pressed them about the matter. They told us they were there to stop a virus. It was extremely fatal and spread like wildfire. What they didn't tell us is the virus seemed to rewire the host's body into a killing machine after about 12 hours. I stayed on, through all the chaos, treating the sick and wounded of the city. When Chernogorsk fell and our camp was overrun by infected I ran into the woods north. All that time spent as a child in the woods finally came in handy and I’ve been surviving out here in the woods for a little while now.
These days it seems like the only people l meet are bandits and the desperate folks who can be just as bad as the bandits sometimes. I know I can’t just spend my days out here in the wilderness eating berries until I pick the wrong ones and shit myself to death, but I just can’t bring myself to even be around other people again. For the time being, I can't seem to shake what I saw in Chernogorsk. Maybe if I can find a safe place to cool my heels and process everything I can move on and be of some help. For now, I just keep on walking.
Recent events: I heard a broadcast from the UN about a safe place. After obtaining a map of the local area I made my way to the UN refugee camp in Kabinino. I'd been hiding in the woods for several days and was running out of supplies. I was wary considering my past experiences with refugee camps, but hopeful. When the UN all but disappeared and a group known as the Irish destroyed the camp I ran back in to the woods. I ran for what felt like days until I stumbled upon a camp that seemed safe. It looked untouched and seemed incredibly remote. From here I've decided to monitor radio frequencies and see if there is anyone I can help.
-To avoid breaking the Hippocratic Oath
-To make up for my act of cowardice in Chernogorsk(running away) by helping others as much as I can.
-To try and find a way to stop the infection in the hopes it cures all this madness.