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  1. After he made the last swing, he collapsed to the ground, tears flowing from his eyes as his screams echoed through the forest. Harry was on a fishing trip in South Zagoria, after hearing about the opportunity to catch some great trophy freshwater fish in the lakes to the north of the province. They arrived in the country on the morning of the May 2nd 2017, and decided they would stay until they had seen what they wanted to. He had taken his friend Joe with him to go, and although he wasn't too keen on fishing, he wanted to see the forests of the east and how the natural world changes across the planet. They both arrived at the Krasnostav airport after taking a small Cessna there from the airport near Novigrad, and headed east to the forests north of Berezino. They reached Black lake and set up their tents nearby, hoping for a nice few days of fishing and nature watching. Indeed, for the first few days it was truly a beautiful experience, with the light sea breeze and, as promised, the fish really were something special, Prize Carp, trout, and a few monster eels that Harry scared Joe with. Joe rarely stayed at the tents with Harry to fish, instead trekking around the forests around them. They were totally unaware of the martial law that gripped the country just a day after they arrived, and the land seemed at peace. On the 7th of July they moved their camp the short march to the south at Willow lake, and stayed there for around another week, taking in more of the beautiful natural scenery and Harry enjoying the fishing scene again. They had little knowledge of the events that took place during that week, and the bombing of the storage base to the North became nothing more than echoes through the hills. The only evidence of Military activity was a , although unknown to them, Russian jet that flew in from the east across the black sea to hit the base. Luckily, most infected that came down from the north on the 12th and further in the week came from the direction of Severograd to Berezino, and avoided the lakes, and Harry and Joe remained free from any trouble of the infected through that week. On the 14th, Joe left the camp as he usually did, apparently this time he was going to head into the hills to the north to check something or other out, but Harry wasn't listening, he was focusing on the prospect of getting some delicious fish for his lunch. He set up his equipment and baited his line, casting out into the middle of the lake with a clear degree of skill and grace. He sat there most of the day, taking in the view and letting the fish come to him. He had a delicious lunch, and as he enjoyed his fish, Joe staggered out of forest on the other side of the lake. He raised a hand and shouted a quick greeting before returning to his line. Joe made his way around the lake to him. "We have to move now!" he stammered. "Hmm, why?" Harry looked to Joe with a hint of disbelief and surprise. Joe sat down on his camp chair, and explained what he had seen, waves of infected flowing down the main roads in hordes, attacking those trapped in cars as they tried to flee, and devouring whole villages of people. Harry laughed, and exclaimed "You have always been good at making shit up Joe! Beer?" He gestured to a cooler. Joe's eyes... they looked different, empty, but with a fire inside, somewhere deep inside. "Are you... alright Joe?" Harry questioned, grabbing his shoulder. Joe jumped with shock at this movement, and quickly shoved his hand away. "Im... Im sorry, but what I saw was real, we have to go now!" Harry saw something change in him, and noticed something, a bulge around his ankle under his trouser, as if something was wrapped around it. "What is that around your leg J-" "Its nothing! Lets go!" He got inside the tent, and starting taking all his belongings and putting them in his backpack. Harry shook his head, "Guess the fish will wait." and began packing his stuff up as well. They left the lake in the next hour, and after eating a small snack set off west, towards the airstrip, as Joe had suggested just after they finished packing up. They climbed the hill at Olsha, stopping for dinner at the foot of the radio tower, looking down towards the airstrip and further down into Krasnostav, where Harry finally saw what Joe had seen. Hordes of infected, Civilian, Military following the main roads south, towards Berezino. At first, he refused to believe what he saw, and sat there in disbelief, in a state of shock, before a coughing fit from Joe took him out of it. "Are you alright man?" He asked with fear. "Im... F-fine" he said through staggered breaths. He noticed specks of blood on his palm where he held it up to his mouth, and Joe frantically scratched at a spot on his leg not far from where the thing was wrapped around. "What happened to you? Honestly this time, no cutting me off, what the fuck has happened man?" Joe looked to him, the fear in his face completely undisguised. "One of the... Uh... infec- things" He stopped, breaking into another coughing fit. "It um.... bit my leg." He rolled up his trouser leg he said it, revealing a hideously stained cloth, with a rash spreading up his leg. He looked at Harry again, a tear forming around his eye. He let it roll down his face. Harry looked at him in complete shock and fear, and stammered through his choked breaths "Y...Your face... crying... blood." Joe wiped his face, seeing the smear of fresh blood on the back of his hand. They moved into the forest just west of Olsha, and set up a camp there. Joe led inside the tent, his coughs breaking the silence of the forest. Even the birds seemed to be gone, the forest... its very spirit was corrupted by the events that had unfolded. Harry sat there all night, watching him through the open tent door from outside, as Joes coughs became thinner, as his breaths became more ragged and split with each passing minute. Blood dripped regularly through his closed eyes, forming a red trails of pain down the side of his face, and his trouser leg became soaked through, with some kind of clear fluid from the rash. Harry sat outside the tent, listening as his own tears flooded down his face, catching in his beard. The breathing from inside the tent stopped, and he sobbed uncontrollably for hours, the forest the only witness to his sorrow. The night was broken by the orange rays of the sun breaking through the trees, as light bore down on Harry's face, clear trails of tears through the dirt on his face finally visible. A grunt, clearly identifiable in the silence came from the tent. Harry looked up, and rushed inside the tent, tripping over the lip on the floor as he rushed inside. He looked at Joe's face, clearly for the first time in hours. The rash had spread onto his face, forming a horrible pattern, a pattern of death across his face. the eyes moved, now grey, and lifeless, without colour or soul, looking right at Harry. Another grunt came. He... It... He, was animalistic, the traces of humanity, of morality, of experience, of memory, of pain, of joy now erased, a shell, a husk. He rose, his teeth grinding together. "Joe?" Harry said with the fear clear in his voice. He began crawling backwards out of the tent. He took his survival knife from his boot, holding out in front of him, his arm shaking uncontrollably. "Joe! What are you doing?!" It started advancing towards him, like some newborn without knowledge of walking, almost sliding towards him. Harry thrust forward, not at anything at particular, just to show that he could attack, but his advance was unwavering. "Joe.... please... Don't make me..." Harry said, his voice broken. It still came. Harry stood up, taking his knife and bringing it down into Joe's skull. It shattered with a horrifying crunch, and gore splattered his hand. He kept swinging, making sure Joe wouldn't suffer. IT.... IT.... lay still. After he made the last swing, he collapsed to the ground, tears flowing from his eyes as his screams echoed through the forest. He gathered his things, packing up the camp, and set off deeper into the forest, leaving behind a fresh mound of earth, with a crude cross made from forest sticks sticking out of the ground. Clearly cut into the wood was the word "JOE" , with some of the letters of the word stained with blood from the same knife that made the kill.
  2. 2 Quick questions: Found a random gold deagle in a pile of stuff someone dropped yesterday, but my char died. Where are they found normally? In the same loot pile i found a tac belt with a sheath, where do you get the sheath from? Cheers.
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    Found one with a mate and ended up bouncing everywhere we went, then swerving off the the right without even steering and slamming into a building.
  4. A sergeant in the British army, George was dispatched to Chernarus as one of the 200 peacekeepers that arrived in the country two weeks after the infection first hit. He was later assigned to the research and treatment base at Chapaevsk, in command of a small section that manned the checkpoint to the north of the city. He had one critical flaw, however, as once the infected inevitably came and attacked the checkpoint, he was not able to fire back, believing that the infected were simply sick and just needed a cure to be saved, this meant that the checkpoint he was defending became overrun, and lost to the onslaught of infected. He fled to the forests north of Chernogorsk, with one other private from his section, A young, innocent man (well, child) named Joe, who was barely old enough to be in the army. They both survived in the forests, using their survival skills to set up shelter, collect rainwater and hunt animals for food, whilst making small trips to Chapaevsk to the south and Chernogorsk, still hoping to help those in need, supplying them with fresh, potable water or food. One day, in early spring of 2018, they both decided to make a supply trip to one of the abandoned blocks of flats in Chapaevsk. George was at first against the idea, refusing the loot buildings that were possibly still occupied, but Joe managed to convince him through both his way with words and the lack of food at the camp. When they arrived, they found the town to be deserted, and the apartments empty. They entered the first one they came across and encountered several infected filling the ground floor of the apartments. They decided to skip past and head up the stairs, and checked the rooms on the first and second floors. However, this was a fatal mistake. The infected heard noise from above them, and some of them made it up the stairs. They isolated Joe in a separate room where he was mutilated by the infected. George was distraught and immediately changed his ideology so that he would slaughter all infected in revenge, but still stuck to his code in the UN, wanting to help those in need, and providing supplies to them.
  5. A sergeant in the British army, Harry was dispatched to Chernarus as one of the 200 peacekeepers that arrived in the country two weeks after the infection first hit. He was later assigned to the research and treatment base at Chapaevsk, in command of a small section that manned the checkpoint to the north of the city. He had one critical flaw, however, as once the infected inevitably came and attacked the checkpoint, he was not able to fire back, believing that the infected were simply sick and just needed a cure to be saved, this meant that the checkpoint he was defending became overrun, and lost to the onslaught of infected. He fled to the forests north of Chernogorsk, with one other private from his section, A young, innocent man (well, child) named Joe, who was barely old enough to be in the army. They both survived in the forests, using their survival skills to set up shelter, collect rainwater and hunt animals for food, whilst making small trips to Chapaevsk to the south and Chernogorsk, still hoping to help those in need, supplying them with fresh, potable water or food. One day, in early spring of 2018, they both decided to make a supply trip to one of the abandoned blocks of flats in Chapaevsk. Harry was at first against the idea, refusing the loot buildings that were possibly still occupied, but Joe managed to convince him through both his way with words and the lack of food at the camp. When they arrived, they found the town to be deserted, and the apartments empty. They entered the first one they came across and encountered several infected filling the ground floor of the apartments. They decided to skip past and head up the stairs, and checked the rooms on the first and second floors. However, this was a fatal mistake. The infected heard noise from above them, and some of them made it up the stairs. They isolated Joe in a separate room where he was mutilated by the infected. Harry was distraught, and immediately changed his ideology so that he would slaughter all infected in revenge, but still stuck to his code in the UN, wanting to help those in need, and providing supplies to them.
  6. *Harry Presses down PTT* Uhhh... UHC do you read? I Hope your still on the old frequency... Anyway, Since UHC seems to have replaced the UN, This is Sgt. Harry Green of the UN-Based in Chernarus. I Believe it is my job to try work with any remnants of the UN that remain, so, If any UN and UHC Soldiers or volunteers are reading this message, Contact me back on a private frequency, Cheers. *Harry Releases PTT and sighs heavily*
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