July 15th 2017 was supposed to be a relatively normal and boring day for me. I was part of the United States Marine Corps. 15th MEU, 1st Battalion, 5th Marines to be more specific. I was stationed on board of the LHD-4, or USS Boxer, and we were cruising in the Green Sea, near the Chernarussian coast. We heard about a virus spreading through Chernarus, infecting large portions of the countries population. We were save on our ship. Or at least so we thought. I was lying in my bunk, listening to music. Out of nowhere I heard a loud scream. I rushed out of my bunk to see what happened, and I saw a fellow marine, lying unconcious on the ground. He was missing a big part of his shoulder, and I ran towards the body, screaming for a corpsman. Then I saw another one of my mates, pale as snow and with blood around his mouth. "What the fuck is going on?!" I screamed, but I didn't get a response. Suddenly he ran towards me and jumped onto me. He was trying to bite me, but I was holding open his jaws with my hands. I was able to push him away from me, and shortly before he was able to attack a second time, he fell to the ground. A fellow Marine helped me standing up, and another one was pointing his smoking gun at the corpse of my attacker. "What the hell was that?" I asked the sergeant. He told me he didn't know. Out of nowhere, we heard multiple screams and gunshots. Then silence. "Are you alright?!" I screamed, hoping to get an answer. Suddenly a group of seven or eight people slowly walked around the corner. They looked just as pale as my attacker. The guy who rescued me unloaded his magazine into them. Two died, but now the rest of the group ran towards us, so we decided to make a run. We heard an announcement from the ships captain. He ordered the ships crew to run towards the rear end of the ship for evacuation. We followed his order with the group of attackers still following us. The three of us were able to make it, and tightly closed the hatch behind us. We were exhausted, as we just ran through the whole ship. "What happened to them?" I asked, still out of breath. "I think they've been infected with the virus" said the Marine that saved my life. I took a look around, and noticed that only a fraction of the crew made it to the well deck. Not long after the evacuation started. Not more than around 100 marines, as well as some crew members made it to the well deck. We boarded two LCACs, and left the ship. I took a last look at the ship. Slowly we were moving towards the coast. But suddenly I heard a scream. The people on the crowded landing craft panicked, and a few including me jumped of. I hit my head and... ...I awake on a beach with a massive headache. It's night time, and I have nothing on me but my radio and my clothes. This is where my story begins.