My name is Nathaniel Johnson, but everyone knew me as Natty. I was in Chenrarus for a hunting trip with my dad when the army closed the borders and we couldn't get home. I grew up in the Scotland with just my dad and he owned a small farm, he is gone now, we were looking for food in a small town and he was scratched, I watched him turn and had to shoot him it was the only thing I could do. I've lost track of the days but there have been several seasons since then, it feels like a lifetime ago. I'm used to being on my own and know how to live off the land. When I was young I realised I was a lone wolf and did't trust easily. I have given up hope of getting home and am just trying to survive without harming anyone. I am no solder but have handled rifles for most of my life but I don't want to harm anyone but I've seen some sick things since it all started and I know I can't really trust anyone. Since all this started I've been shot at, mugged, held hostage and once, only once made a friend. I am slowly coming to the realisation that I cant survive alone.