I happened in this country by a turn of fate. Crashing in one of the cargo planes sent by NATO to quell the infection during the second week of the outbreak. Initially I was a member of the U.S. Army assigned with securing the city of Chernogorsk and extracting it's civilians. After crashing I found myself in the middle of the Bolota airstrip with no sign of my unit and both pilots K.I.A. They may have believed me dead as I had a large piece of shrapnel from the plain lodged into my right shoulder that kept me pinned to my seat. Needless to say I went unconscious from the blood loss. It took time and pain but I managed to remove it and stop the bleeding with a makeshift tourniquet. Considering our mission was in Cherno, I traveled there after a couple days of trying to stabilize my arm and avoid the infected. When I got there all I saw was death and destruction with no sign of my unit aside from a few infected military personnel.
I have been searching for the surviving members of my squad ever since but with less hope each passing day; and it has been a long time. I try to avoid the locals as they seem to not be too keen on outsiders intruding on their attempts at survival. Being a member of the military makes me an even larger target by the Cherno-Russian forces, so i try to keep that information to myself and avoid the discussion whenever possible. However, I do seek out those that are in need of my assistance and expertise as a member of the U.S. military. One day I hope to make it back home to my fiance in Chicago. God willing that she be alive. But until then, I will do my best to survive and to locate the missing members of my unit.