All mentions of a cameraman are referring to this:
Just a couple of weeks ago, Stuart Haywood would've considered himself to be the luckiest man alive. After all, how many 19-year-olds get the chance to be a part of a news crew sent to cover an event that the entire world is watching. Especially when international news coverage of said event is limited, to say the best.
Stuart had finished school and was now a certified sound recordist, so when he was hired by BBC to be in the news crew of a famous on-the-scene reporter who's been to warzones around the world, he felt like he was on the top of the world. Not only would he get to work in the field he's been studying for, he might be able to see the world. And see the world he did, as not three weeks after being hired, the word came in that Stuart, along with the reporter and a cameraman, would be sent to Chernarus, a small country in South Zagoria, where they would follow as the story of a disease that has hit the area developed.
As soon as Stuart got off the small plane on the small airport, he could immediately feel that they were in over their heads. Security was tight, with armed guards monitoring the crew's every step. They were barely let into the country, and when they were, the guards warned them to as a precaution not eat fresh meat, vegetables or drink the local water. The reporter seemed to love the situation, though, so in order to not seem like he was getting cold feet and to keep his job, Stuart didn't voice his concerns and decided to just follow suit for the time being.
After a couple of days of shooting in various locations, almost never without at least two armed guards and never in the woodlands, the situation in the country heated rapidly. Suddenly riots, fights and overall dissarray were immediately noticeable even to the reporters who were dwelling in comfort, rather than living out in the boondocks. Both Stuart and the cameraman wanted to get out of the country and back into the UK as soon as possible, but this is where the reporter saw all the potential. International coverage from the region was disappearing by the hour but they were still here, in the hornet's nest. They could still reach BBC and they still had their equipment. It was obvious to Stuart that the crew wasn't going anywhere until something forced them to.
The next day the crew were scheduled to do an interview with a high-ranking officer in the local armed forces about the military's strategy to uphold not only regional stability, but the quarantine of Chernarus itself. As the crew approached the base in which the interview was supposed to be conducted, they heard what sounded like a crash and an explosion, after which their truck stopped rapidly in the middle of the road. The crew couldn't see what was happening from inside the covered back of the lorry, but whatever it was, it made the armed guards jump from the back of the truck with weapons drawn.
Suddenly a hail of gunfire came through the fabric that was covering the lorry's bed. Stuart and the cameraman managed to throw themselves on the floor in panic, but the reporter caught a burst of fire and remained on the bench, dead.
"He's fucking dead!" Stuart shouted in disbelief. "What the fuck is happening?"
"A militia attack!" one of the guards shouted from outside. "Run back and get off the road, it is not safe here!"
Stuart jumped out of the truck and ran off the road and into the woods like a bat out of hell. Soon he got far enough not to hear the gunfire anymore, but now he was not only lost, but alone. He thought about shouting for the cameraman, but figured that any soldiers of members of the militia might hear him. With the circumstances being utterly against him, Stuart decided to keep walking in the direction that he thought the city might be in, hoping to not only find somebody friendly, but to stay alive.