I was born and raised in Ireland. Every summer I would go camping with my uncle and he would tell me how beautiful chernarus was. After I graduated secondary school at 17 I wanted some freedom, I decided to book flight to chernarus at the end of May to stay for a month, living off the land, avoiding everyone, only going into towns to get some canned beans. Not long after the outbreak happened... I was camping on a hill outside Electro, I saw it all unfold, people were running in the streets, looting, raping, killing, ... turning. It was a mess. I stayed put until everything cooled down and it was silent.. Its funny, when I first got here I wished I could stay here forever.. in a fucked up way I guess I did.