3rd of April 1997, that was the day Ben was brought into the world. From the offset, the world had a grudge against him. Having only been a few hours old, Ben stopped breathing and turned a dark shade of purple and passed out, if not for his father who gave him a whole heatedly slap and nurses doing CPR did they manage to get him to breathe again.
This was not the first time he had danced with death and would not be the last, for Ben always had a way of flirting with death.
Growing up Ben had a simple life, he lived with his mother, went to school and when he was not there, he was out exploring with friends. His 2nd brush with death was when he was playing football with his friends on a bit of grass, one of his friends scored a goal against Ben, sending the ball across the road and into his neighbour’s garden. As Ben went to fetch the ball, he forgot one thing, and that was to check the road before crossing. A car was hurtling down the street and only just managed to swerve out of the way to not hit Ben.
During his time at school Ben had a paper round and also ended up getting a part time job to help him save. Once Ben left school he ended up getting taken on full time at his job, which he stayed at for 2 or so years.
Then his journey began, he had saved up enough money to be able to go backpacking across Europe. Ben ended up buying some gear before getting a plane and going across to Germany to start his adventure.
During this time he had ended up in a place called Chernarus, as he had heard of the country’s history and also heard they had amazing landscape. Ben ended up staying in a hotel in Chernogorsk for a couple of weeks as he socialised with the locals, making a couple of friends and explored the landscape.
One morning Ben was having breakfast at one of the local bars when Andrei, one of his new friends came over, asking if he had seen the news. Confused by this Ben asked what he was talking about; Andrei went on to talk about the recent reports of people attacking each other and becoming “infected”. Andrei suggested that Ben should stock up on some supplies and stay in the hotel for a bit longer.
Ben took Andrei’s advice and was glad he did, Ben ended going to the local supermarket and stocked up on water and canned food, as were many others it seemed. Days and days passed as Ben stayed up in the hotel, watching the streets below become engulfed by the infected that would endlessly walk.
One night Ben heard a couple of shots coming from a couple of floors below, startled by this he peeked outside the window and to his horror, he saw what could be only described as a torrent of infected coming towards the hotel. Taking his chances, Ben gathered all that he could and slowly made his way down the floors. Having a couple of close shaves with the infected Ben finally managed to get out of the Hotel.
The rest is history people would say, Ben having to come to terms to been alone and having to fend for himself. Just wishing he could find anyone at all…