Mark was born in germany in the year 1999. He visited a regular school, had a regular education, nothing out of the ordinary. He always had a slightly agressive personality, starting fights more often that needed. He'd punch a kid if they said something he didnt like, get into arguments for a not so valid reason. Surprisingly, he never gotten too hurt while acting like that. Fast forward a few years, he's done with school, his class plans a last trip. They decided to visit cherno, as its always been a tradition to visit a far away place. Once they arrived, they unpacket their clothes, met up outside the hotel, then gotten into a bus. What the class didnt expect where riots outside, something that started to look like a civil war even. They made the plan to stay in the hotel untill whatever was happening outside had stopped. Weeks, even months passed and the class became uneasy. One day they heard a siren outside. Everyone was in shock, a few girls started crying. No one knew what this meant. The yelling of people on the streets became silent. A few gunshots were heard, then more silence. Mark recalls this haunting silence as the most quiet few minutes of his life. No bird was heard chirping, no human talking, nothing but the sound of a siren. Then there was a loud bang against the door. First just one, then another, then yet another. The banging slowly turned into scratching and before anyone knew what was happening, a disfigured man broke through. His skin had bite marks on it, his eyes had turned white. He made sounds none of them heard from any human before. The strange man rose from the floor, spit drooling from his mouth. He looked towards the people in the room. A girl opened her mouth, attempting to scream. The man lunged at her quickly tearing away at her flesh. More people came storming into the room, all showing the strange disfigurations of the first man. Mark was in shock, then slowly began walking backwards untill his back hit the wall. He used his elbow to break the window, jumped out, then ran to the sound of his screaming and crying classmates in the backround. He hid behind a nearby tree. After the last person was silent he stood up, then began walking forwards, into the woods, knowing all too well that none of his classmates, and probably no one else around had survived.