Prelude - October 16th, 2014 (NOT NECESSARY TO READ, YOU CAN SKIP IF YOU LIKE)
Hey. To anyone who reads this..I'm sorry. I have failed you. T-there..was nothing that I could have done to stop what has happened to the world. My family..we are too far apart, even when we were in the real world and away from the madness that has taken over Komarovo.
Everything was lost during the outbreak. The Wilson family, which consisted of me, My father (Lutin Wilson), mother(Maria Wilson), and younger brother(Richard C. Wilson). We..
We were happy. Up until the point where our family had a divorce at the age of 10 for me. Richard was devastated and as was I.
He went with our Father, Lutin. I, with our mother, Maria. Mother was caring and compassionate about family and, well, her work. She never really told me much about her work but at least she taught me how to take care of myself. She taught me how to sew clothes up and clean, even how to cook. It wasn't much but..It was alot to show a 13 year old at the time.
My brother however, was taught how to be a farmer. General things like how to clean your rifle, how to hunt, clean, grow crops. We both learned our own little tibbits here and there throughout the years. You could say that we have forgotten everything that had happened throughout the span of the years between our adolescent years to our young adult years. At the age of 20, I learned..that my father had passed away while working in the fields. It was heartbreaking, due to the fact that he has pulled through so much, even with his old age. I went to his funeral almost two days after, only to find friends of his and..my brother, Richard. We welcomed each other very warmly and asked about each other's lives after the divorce and before the horrible event of our father's death.
Afterwards, we found out that our Mother, Maria, never came to father's funeral..
Years later, Me, Richard, and our Mother, Maria live together in a small house that resembles a small restaurant in Komarovo. But..
Around this time, this is where the outbreak began. October 9th, just two days into the outbreak, the news channels of Chernarus show the infected breaking into homes and killing most residents within Zelenogorsk and Myshkino. Richard and Dylan watched with horror at the sight of it all, the massacres, the amount of refugees, and most of all, the fact that their mother was still working that day in Berezino. They took up their rifles, hunting camo that belonged to their father and set off to rescue their mother.
This..This is how our family became divided...and whole once more.
Entry 1: October 23rd 2014 Noon 7:37 P.M.
Dylan was lost within Berezino, having never been there before in his entire life. That could be said about his brother, Richard, who knew the layout of the surrounding area by heart due to the teachings of his father. However, Richard was not accompanying Dylan. Dylan was alone within Berezino, having just lost him a few hours prior.
Dylan was scavenging inside the Police Station when he suddenly heard a deep warm-hearted, "Hello?"
Dylan sprang up to his feet only to run outside to run face first into the stranger who called out.
"Hi, what are you in a rush for?"
"Nothing, just scared is all..don't know who you will meet out here and what they are capable of..know what I mean mister?"
He nods, obviously agreeing as he smiles. "Names Kevin, I'm a reporter from America."
"Oh, well wonderful. Name's Dylan. I'm..kinda lost at the moment."
"Haha! Don't worry, I don't know where I am either."
They share a good laugh or two before getting back into the business that was their convo.
"So Dylan, what are you doing here?" said the kind-hearted Kevin as they stood under the shade of the police station's entrance.
"Well, to be quite honest with you mister Kevin, I am looking for a few relatives of mine. A brother and a mother. Ever heard of a Richard or Maria Wilson?"
Kevin shakes his head, revealing that he knew absolutely nothing of the situation that Dylan was struggling with.
Dylan sighs, having just found something humble enough that he could talk to but sadly, get nothing out of him about the details of where his brother or mother might be. "Well, I hope you don't mind if..WE go up the road from here. Kinda gets a little lonely without a traveling companion."
Kevin gives out a small hearty laugh, agreeing with Dylan as they both went up the road together. During the 2 hour walk, they discussed their history with one another. Kevin was there to report on the factions of the north in Chernarus.
"Heard there was a bunch of Cannibals and horrible people up north. Been there yet?" Dylan quickly shook his head, answering him without a word as they continued to go south west from Berezino. "Well, good. There are different types of people in this world Dylan. not everyone is as kind as you."
"Well, I could have killed you already but..I am afraid that I am a pacifist."
"Oh? Well, don't worry. I am not much of a fighter either. Seems like we could just be brothers huh?"
Dylan stays silent along their trek toward the west. They soon find themselves with Dichina, a military base to the south of the NW airfield.
They realize that they had made a mistake as soon as a group of 4 armed men come out of the main Cell building and bunks on either side of them. They told them to come inside to talk to their boss. But, as soon as they went upstairs, one of the armed men, a foreigner who was possibly German spoke. "So, you are reporter?" "Yes," said Kevin warmly. "Yes I am."
"Oh, well that is good to hear, maybe you would like to do a report on getting robbed..arms up!!" The foreign man yelled as both Dylan and Kevin held their hands up, walking up the stairs into a small room with three bunk beds.
"Alright boys, here is the deal. We are going to play a round of Russian roulette!" This rang in Dylan ears as he pushed pushed onto his knees, Kevin beside him. Kevin pleaded for them to stop this and let them go but was smacked in the jaw by one of the foreign men. After a brief moment that happened as the men talked about dividing the loot among themselves, the three men went downstairs to play a game of blackjack in the cell room and Dylan and Kevin were left with, whom will be called, Skully, due to his infamous skull balaclava.
"So..apparently the Russian roulette game is out of the question. Do any of you two have anything to say before I let you go?"
Kevin spurts out immediately, "Don't hurt Dylan! He is a good guy, I only knew him for a good 4 hours b-but.."
"ENOUGH, you said too much..Dylan..what about you?"
Dylan gasped alil, not wanting to be here any longer then he had to. He slowly let out his chosen words after thinking them over carefully, "Just..don't hurt Kevin, he is a good man. He was armed to the teeth and he chose to not shoot me but..he came with me. He is only trying to help me find my brother..please just let him go."
Skully sighed, nodding and yells for one of the men downstairs to come up to cut them out of their cuffs since none of them had keys.
After they are let out of their cuffs, they are allowed to pick up their belongings but Kevin wasn't allowed to load his gun. If he were to do that, he would have been shot.
As they leave the base, Dylan thought over the situation. He couldn't stop thinking about how it couldn't have gone any better than it had but..he was left with only a bottle of water and a new improvised sack instead of his hunting backpack that he had acquired on his trek to the west with Kevin.
"Well," said Kevin, now bruised at his jawline. "Where do we go from here friend?" Dylan shrugs, pointing out to the north toward a set of trees. "We ought to hit a airfield out that way..if those guys are making camp at that base we were just at.."
They both knew what would be found at the North-West Airfield. More people that are.."just survivors that are doing anything they can to survive, even if it means taking what belongs to anyone else.."
After about a two hour walk to the airfield, Kevin and Dylan find themselves accompanied with another survivor with a mosin nagant on their back. Kevin and Dylan asked him to be nice or they will have no choice but to leave him. After just getting robbed a couple of times already besides the group in the Dichina Military base, they didn't want to risk another robbery. After talking a little bit more while making their way slowly to the first set of hangers, they found out that "mosin dude" was a 19 year old named Anthony. Together, they went to the bunks and suited up, arming themselves.
Within this time, Anthony had ran off to get water. Kevin and Dylan continued to the last set of bunks only to meet two armed men who yelled for them to put their hands up and to drop their weapons. They complied and got to their knees to allow the men to be assured that they weren't going to do anything. "Do you guys have any mags or spare weapons in your packs?" said one of the men.
"No, I don't think so." Said Kevin as one of the men took Dylan AK101 and aimed it at Kevin.
"Oh really? What is this then you fucking liar...?" Said the man in charge as he pulled out an AK101 mag, completely pristine and fully loaded with 5.45 rounds.
Oh no thought Dylan. This doesn't look good..
"I honestly didn't know that was in there man, honest." kevin said, obviously knowing how this may end for him and Dylan.
"Stop fucking talking and give me your bag. You guys are going to line up with your hands up in front of the door and you will walk to the RIGHT. we will walk to the left. If we see you two turn towards us..we will kill you. Understand?" They both nodded towards the men as they walked to the right as commanded. The armed men, now having Kevin's clothes and Dylan's AK101 with them run off in the opposite direction. As they leave, Kevin walks with Dylan to the other bunk that is only a good 7 feet away and asks, "Hey bud, can you help me find some clothes in here?"
"Sure Kevin, gotta get you clothes anyhow. Fucking nude dude!" They both laughed a little even after the situation they had just walked out of and enter the bunks.
Only after a few seconds of being in the third room in the bunks, they both hear a loud "You didn't fucking stay in the forest like we said!" Dylan stood froze, now scared as he watched Kevin throw down the shirt that he had and ran out into the hallway and yell back at the two hostile men. "Go on and fucking kill me then! Do it!"
A AK101 goes off, then a loud *THUD* is heard inside the bunks.
"NOOO!!!" screamed Dylan as the leader of the two armed men came into the bunks and aimed their guns at the unarmed man.
"Drop your gear. Now."
"I..I-I was only helping him..get clothes.."
"Drop. Your. Gear. NOW"
And with this, Dylan dropped everything that he had on his person, except for his wellies, and walked outside the bunks.
"You better start fucking running bud before we shoot you too..!" Dylan ran without hesitation, scared out of his mind as he just kept going, not even taking the chance to look back to see if they were following him like they were before. He ran as far as to Berezino before giving out, half naked inside a small supermarket.
After waking up, Dylan went scavenging to warm himself up and to build himself a campfire around the back of the supermarket.
At the campsite, he thought about what had happened, beginning to end.
He found someone who he could actually talk to, listen to and know that he wouldn't be stabbed in the back. It ate at him knowing that he heard those shots from his own rifle ring out. But, after that, only hearing that loud fucking thud..it shook Dylan from within.
He lost a friend. He lost Kevin.
Dylan laid back beside the campfire, staring up at the stars.
Dylan, was once again, utterly alone.
(Entry 2 will be added in when I wake up tomorrow lol )