My brother and i were american soldiers sent to Utes during the beginning of the outbreak. We didn't know what we were getting into. We were simple men worked a farm as kids with our father raised cattle. We set out to find survivors and hold a blockade. We ended up in chernogorsk. watched a plane fly into a building. hearing nothing but screams and bombs going off. my brother and i fled. we saw boats leaving the coast the few people left we tried to take and get us aboard a boat but to no avail. one by one i watched as our small group of survivors were becoming and even smaller group. Till is was just my brother and i. When we felt there was no hope we set off on the coast to find some hope. We found nothing. We were soldiers but we were going to survive this. We found ourselves a map and plan to set up a place to call home and this desolate waste. We had a plan to start a farm and wait out this catastrophe since we had no cells or radio. We planned to wait this out and build a place we could hide and defend. we take care of each other and others we hope to meet. rebuild society i like to think but my brother holds a more grim outlook. We are survivors and we will survive or die on our farm we plan to build before we die. We werent raised quit when it gets dark. We hold onto hope and rescue all we can if there is anyone left. Before we die we will build a safe haven if not we will die on a farm to maybe bring us peace and a bit of home in this hell.