Hannah was always brilliant - top of her class. She was interested in almost everything, it seemed. Sports, the sciences, humanities. She scored an A in Maths and Literature in the same breath. That resulted in a lot of targeting from her classmates. It didn't help that she was pretty, too. Whether it was jealousy or hollow hate, it hardened Hannah from a young age. Being alone was her best pass-time. Her love of sports is what got her interested in going to Sochi, host of the 2014 Winter Olympics. She fell in love with the city, but it was mostly a desire - or need - to escape. Sochi just happened to be the first destination to cross her mind.
Cold, big and far away.
On her 18th birthday, she had gathered enough money - and trust from her parents - to be rewarded with a trip to Russia. It wasn't in the winter like she had hoped, but it was good enough. To Sochi it was, not knowing she would probably never return. After just a few days in her favorite city, news of a disease outbreak in the nearby country of Chernarus put everyone on edge, considering the closeness to the peninsula. Though diseases spread all the time, this was different. Reports of psychotic attacks started to emerge and soon enough, Hannah found herself stuck in Sochi, as highways were absolutely jammed, and all flights cancelled.
Hannah spent the first year and a half in the city of her dreams. It had gone to shit quickly. She saw it go from mild public distress to absolute chaos in a matter of weeks, or was it months? She managed to get by with the little money she had, but it quickly lost its importance. Communication with the exterior lasted briefly, and Hannah had only began to make sense of the Russian language.
Months after the initial outbreak, Sochi had been overrun. The streets which were once crowded with rioters and a panicking population were now empty, if not infested with infected. Hannah barricaded herself with many other survivors inside a supermarket, which provided safety and supplies for a long while, though it was not permanent. On a cold night, a careless scout allowed for the infected to enter and cause havoc. Hannah was one of the only survivors. Others ran into the dark, but were never seen again.
Chernarus came much later. Almost two years after the initial outbreak, Hannah began to head East of Sochi, hoping to reach Western European countries, or anything better than the city of her dreams. Her journey eventually lead her to Chernarus after a wrong turn. She only found out when it was too late.