Name's Logan. Logan Tremblay. Never thought I'd end up caught in this... this living hell. I'm from Canada, worked for the Press. All it was supposed to be was a quick flight, check in on things, talk to a few locals, and fly back home. To not confuse you I'll go ahead and start from when I arrived in Chernarus. Arrived in Miroslavl on the 8th of July following the Russian helicopter video on trending on twitter. From there to get as close to the action as I could, I got onto a Cessna 172 that was flying to the Krasnostav airstrip. As it was 9pm when I arrived, I decided to get a cab to the nearest hotel, which brought me to Novodmitrovsk. The next morning I asked the few locals I found that spoke a bit of English what they knew about the issue, one of them told me they were evacuating a small town by the name of Nagornoe and bringing its citizens to Severograd. After that the war broke out. It all went downhill from there, luckily I was gifted a .357 Magnum by a local I met, he was ahead of the rest of society, he knew the world was going to shit. Roughly a week passes, at this point I've already encountered the dead. I heard rumors of a safezone all the way to the south of the province, in a certain "Chernogorsk". Took me a few days but I got the supplies I needed and headed down there, only to realise it all went to shit. I've definitely went to more of a pessimist view on things as time went by. I've lost contact with everyone, they shut off the power in the province, left us here for dead, amongst the dead. I don't live anymore, fighting for your life every waking hour isn't living. I survive.