Caitlin grew up in rural England. She had a very peaceful childhood, because life in the country was very serene. Although it was sometimes tough being the only girl in a family of 6, it was also a great advantage having her brothers by her side whenever she was being tormented by the city kids in school. Caitlin grew to love the study of language, and she dreamt of one day travelling the world. She was tired of the dull country life. She wanted to explore, but most of all, she wanted to prove to her family that she could be strong and take care of herself.
As soon as she had finished college, she booked her first flight to Scandinavia. After a year of venturing the Nordic countries and their surrounding islands, she decided to go to Chernarus after hearing about its many rural villages and great landscapes of forests and rolling hills. She felt that perhaps it would be like a home away from home, only with a different culture and a very interesting language to learn. She found an elderly couple out in the country, who allowed her to live with them in turn for doing the chores around the farm.
News of the outbreak came much too late. The elderly couple were too weak to travel, and Caitlin felt compelled to stay with them. Soon, they ran out of food, and Caitlin was forced to scavenge for supplies in the nearby village. The sight that met her was almost too much to bear. The place was like a ghost town. Remnants of people’s belongings were scattered everywhere, seemingly lost in the rush of the evacuations. She managed to find a few cans of food, which surely would last them another week.
On her way back to the farmhouse, she was met by a horrific sight. In the middle of the road stood a man, yet he didn’t look like a human being. His eyes were rolled over to such an extent; it was as if his irises were gone. Coagulated blood ran down his face like a stream, it was if he’d been crying. His mouth hung open, its insides covered in what seemed fresh blood and pieces of flesh. His skin had no colour. It was rotten. The pieces of scrap that covered his body, which used to be his clothes, were entirely covered in dirt, mud and even more coagulated blood. The stench that came off him was so sickening; Caitlin involuntarily hunched over and threw up every last piece of her stomach contents. She didn’t have much time to recover. The man charged straight at her. Without having time to think, Caitlin reacted instinctively. She grabbed the Derringer, which had been to her by the old couple and shot the man point blank in the face. Blood and flesh splattered everywhere as he hit the ground. She knew she hadn’t killed a man. Whoever that man was, he was already dead. She had killed a zombie.
Caitlin sprinted back to the house, blood and sweat trickling down her face. But there was nothing she could. She was too late.
There was so much blood, she couldn’t bear to stay.