--WORK IN PROGRESS--
Aldo was born in Stuttgart, Germany. His father, Carl Schmidt, was a construction worker, so he was never really home. His mother on the other hand, Greta Schmidt, worked from home, she was a writer. His father had moved them to the United States shortly after Aldo was born for financial reasons. His family had little money, so Aldo oftentimes resorted to stealing. At the age of 15, Aldo was already involved in robbery and thievery, he didn’t have many friends in school, as he mainly kept to himself. Unfortunately, Carl’s job had them move to a small country called Chernarus. Aldo was to finish his last year of highschool there, where he would study to become an Architect. He knew it was going to be a rough move, and making friends was not easy for Aldo. But he never had guessed what journey awaited him.
I wake up, eyes trying to get used to the daylight shining through my window, sound of a helicopter overhead. My mother comes knocking on the door. “Aldo, time to get ready.” She says in her cheerful voice. I sit up in bed, looking at my alarm clock. It reads 8:32 A.M. I stand up and move towards my dresser where I quickly pull on some pants and a T-shirt. I go to open my door which is right beside it, I hear her turning on the TV. I walk out, while moving to the kitchen for something to eat, I glance at the screen. “What’s on the news today?” I ask, quite curious. “More about this new disease they’ve discovered.” I shrug it off, as people usually overhype things like this.
I grab some bread from the cupboard, and some butter from the fridge. As I’m making some toast, we hear another helicopter fly overhead. “That’s the third one in 15 minutes.” She tells me. “Any reason why?” I ask, as usually our area is really quiet when it comes to helicopters and planes. “On the news they said that soldiers were being transported to the northern parts of the country, something for the disease, I believe.”