*Found a Journal with most it’s pages ripped out except for a few*
*The First hand full of pages are somewhat readable*
My tale begins like many others, with a guy in the wrong place at the wrong time.
My name is John Stryker, ‘SGM’ Stryker of the once upon a time US Army and this is my story…..
It was July of 2017…
Best and worst year of my life…
Month before the outbreak I turned 32 and was a new father…..
*Writing gets hard to read on this page, Must have been an emotional piece of writing Flips to next page*
;the Army for 13 years who just got his promotion to Sergeant Major earlier in the year. But what I didn’t know was that I was about to be in charge of a unit on a task that seemed simple on paper, but would end up costing me my entire unit…. I was one of the lucky ones if you want to say that… One of the ones that still live to share the stories of those that have fallen to this sickness....Sorry getting off subject... Now I don’t know exactly what was going on but I was sent over by my Superiors to lead my Unit to control a section of cities and towns that were being overwhelmed with an illness. Inside my Unit was a researcher and Medic, and they were our mission. To project them at all cost… I don’t remember the dates very well these days, and everything happened so fast that I didn’t…. *Writing cuts off*
When I was in a city called Cheern.. Cherno…. Chernarus… Something like that. My Unit was under attack the moment we got there by civilians that were losing their minds and going around biting and eating one another….. *The writing on the paper is getting harder to read*
(This is just a small chunk of my character but overall my Character was part of the US Army that came over to help control the outbreak, he was sent with a medic and a researcher and had one mission to project them with all cost… The researchers and medic decided to not follow my orders one day and ended up losing track of them… Shortly after Strykers Unit was attacked by the infected unexpectedly and majority of his unit was lost… the few that did make it would have shortly died off threw the years of being in Chernarus. I plan to play a Character that is really good at survival and has a very wide set of skills from the Army. Thus why he has survived so many years out in the wilderness)
JOhn MayStars Story as a Tourist:
I was only 23 when the world came to an end, a tourist about to visit the amazing
and wondrous land of my former red comrades. Just a kid, far away from home for
the first time in an exciting new land with endless adventures awaiting him...
If only I knew what was awaiting me. As I got off the plane I started to notice
that something wasn't quite right. People wearing medical, strange stories of the
criminally insane eating their victims on the news, Doors with red X's and large
yellow signs reading "карантин". But I chose to ignore those signs and plunge unto
the unknown. At first everything seemed pretty normal, good food, amazing sights,
and beautiful girls if you knew where to look. But after a week those "signs"
started to become far more threatening. Houses were quarantined off, people were
being taken away by the Russian government, And hospitals were filled with victims
of the Cannibalistic Psychopaths that roamed the streets biting their victims. And to make matters worse, whoever was bitten was driven mad and began praying on the innocent just like the Psycho's that bit them. It was time for this tourist to get an early ticket home. I tried everything... airports, harbors, ferries, I even started asking local police, military troops, even your everyday person if anyone knew how i was to get home. But to my horror I just kept hearing stories about infection spreading around the globe. That the scientist working on the infection were yet to find a cure. That there was no more america, no more Europe, Asia, or even Russia! Just the infected and "the end of days" and when i thought things couldn't get any worse, it happened... I was at the American embassy talking to some random Soldier, begging him to let me in when there was an explosion. I turned and saw a huge piece of wood flying toward me, i ducked under it and felt something hit my back. It didn't hurt too bad but I wish I hadn't looked down to investigate what had hit me. Looking back at me was the head of a little girl, she couldn't have been more than 10 years old. Blood pouring out of her mouth and nose just staring back at me with lifeless eyes. I froze, unable to comprehend what lie before me. Every now and then when i close my eyes i can still see that little girl's face staring at me, crying blood, begging me to make the pain go away. A woman's scream woke me from my trance, i looked up and saw hundreds of bloodstained people slowly shambling our way. The Soldier stepped in front of me and ordered them to halt. They didn't stop, they didn't even respond. They just kept slowly approaching, moaning or screaming. The soldier took aim and shot a man in the chest. but the man simply kept walking toward us, as if nothing had happened at all. The soldier shot him again, and again the man took the shot and didn't stop. In fact, the man started running at the Soldier. the soldier took aim and shot him in the head, that stopped the man in his tracks. But as soon as the man fell all of the others started screaming and running toward us. I ran as fast as i could, i heard gunshots behind me for a while and then nothing, only footsteps following me wherever i went. I eventually lost them and found shelter in an abandoned house. In that house was a radio telling me that attacks similar to the one i had just experienced were happening everywhere. I stayed in that house for 2 weeks, until eventually the water stopped coming, the power went out, and the radio just went silent. So I mustered my courage, grabbed a small backpack, put in some basic supplies and
ventured out into the unknown once more. And I've been wandering ever since...