From growing up in England working in his fathers shop Damon always knew he wanted to lead a different life. The stale norm of going to the shop day in day out was not what he viewed as a life well spent. That is Probably what forced him to join the military at a young age, even if it was against his fathers wishes ever since he left they hadn't spoken. After a few short years of service Damon left and decided to find solace on the road he purchased a motorcycle and set off in search of adventure, new horizons. This took him all over the globe he and his bike vanished off the radar as he explored everything and anything he went wherever the wind took him. It wasn't until 2019 when Damon decided to head home to maybe start some sort of life he realised that might not be as easy as it used to be. When the lockdowns were first put in place Damon really thought "hey in a few months all this will blow over". He couldn't of been more wrong. For two years he worked in a garage as a bike mechanic and managed to make ends meat. He lived alone in a one bedroom flat following the rules put in place and doing his part to make sure the lockdown would one day be lifted. However things began to change, on the 14th of September Strange trucks descended down the streets spraying everything in site. However around a month later Damon heard people gossiping about it being a forced vaccination by the governments of first world countries, but surely they would not do that. Would they? Then on October 4th social media was halted something that Damon never though he would see in his life time. The last few days he had stayed inside after hearing rumours of people being mauled in there own homes something wasn't right Things were changing. Less than a month later on the 29th of October Damon witnessed the live broadcast by PLIKT to evacuate to one of the nearest quarantine zones in less than 12 hours... Shocked and filled with fear he grabbed his bugout bag and began his journey moving cross country as it was safer than sticking to main roads. Damon never made it inside the quarantine area instead he witnessed from a distance the slow downfall of the camp being over run by the sick and infected. He ran faster and further than he ever had before only stopping when his legs couldn't carry the weight of him any longer, this was a bad dream it had to be. Over the next few days Damon made his way to a place called Nyheim a place he had heard other travellers speak about. On December 4th he had reached his destination was he safe? Only time would tell.