My story begins when I was brought into this world on a small apple farm just outside of Chernogorsk. I was given the name of Anrich Hellen by my mother Tacy Hellen. When I was born my father had already fled the country in search for a better job, leaving my mother to raise me alone. Growing up in very primitive ways, I learned how to use what I have to my best means and abilities. Not having a man figure while growing up was hard, especially when I have reached a certain point later in my life. At the young age of 18 I joined the military, I was trained and situated at the military base at Belota. Not knowing the harsh situations of my career choice, I quickly had to adapt and learn the orthodox. On the 11th of October 2014, the news had hit the military of some kind of disease located in Zelenogorsk. All of the soldiers including myself was called towards Order Sixty-Two and to dispatch immediately. I was relocated to Pavlovo military base where we tried to fight the infected. It was a total warzone, zombie creatures everywhere, people screaming. Well that is all what I can remember when suddenly a explosion took place and I blacked out. I woke up in a field close to Berezino, where I am currently surviving off of what is left after the outbreak.