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  1. Alfred Dickson

    Alfred Dickson was born and raised in the mining town of Kiruna in northern Sweden. While growing up he acquired hunting, fishing, and general survival skills by living in a harsh environment as well through his father's teaching. In his teenage years he was well prepared to cope with the circumstances which he had to face later on, not knowing how much these skills would enable him to stay alive. Instead of choosing his ancestor's way of life, Alfred decided to move to Lund where he studied journalism, communications, and media. By the age of 25 and with the help of reliable friends, Alfred had acquired a job as a youth correspondent for a major Swedish news agency. He was given the opportunity to travel around Europe to report on interesting events and their backgrounds. During the following two years, Alfred had figured out for himself that he was most interested in the different conflicts raging around the world. With the agreement of his chief editor, he soon set off to do several coverages on conflicts in northern Africa, eastern Europe and the Middle East. In spring of 2017, Alfred was sent to Chernarus with the assignment to report on the political and ethnic clashes between the Russian and Chernorussian people. The conflict escalated quickly and the violence led the State to declare martial law. Alfred had found himself in a complicated situation and decided to await the proceedings. He contacted his news agency, reporting back on the events around the Base in the north of Chernarus. On the 12th of July 2017, Alfred had learned from an officer at the police station in the City of Elektrozavodsk, that some kind of epidemic had broken out in the northern and northeastern areas of the country, forcing thousands of refugees down the coast. After having interviewed some local soldiers who had been stationed in and around the cities of Elektrozavodsk and Chernogorsk to enforce martial law, Alfred didn't manage to gather enough information about the background of the outbreak. So he then decided to collect some equipment and gear for his trip to Gorka, where he hoped to be able to learn more about the events. When Alfred, his technician, and his Chernorussian guide arrived at the military outpost east of Gorka, unarmed soldiers, covered in blood, were walking around burning wrecks of some cars that had crashed into the road blocks set up by the military. Suddenly, all the soldiers turned towards the car and started to run at it. When they started to hammer their bloody hands at the windows, apparently trying to get into the car, the passengers were able to see the face of the infection. The Chernorussian guide put the pedal to the metal while cursing loudly and managed to push aside some of the soldiers infront of the car. While looking out of the back window and seeing the soldiers still running after them, the group quickly realised how serious the situation was. They decide to head towards the police station in Gorka, where they might be able to find an officer and some kind of secure shelter. But during their fast drive up the hill towards the village another soldier pops out from behind a bush close to the road, scaring the guide who turns around the steering wheel. The car flips over a guardrail and crashes into a tree, forcing a branch straight into the guide's head and killing Alfred's technician by breaking his neck. Alfred survives through sheer luck and manages to free himself out of the car wreck. His arm appears to be broken and his legs are covered with bruises and blood. It's raining heavily and Alfred discovers a couple of silhouettes running at him while screaming. When they get closer, Alfred realises immediately that they're humans that had turned into something else. He runs into a brick house and closes the doors while groaning with pain. Alfred then collects a rag from a torn-up sofa and rips away the leg from a chair to make a splint for his broken arm. Looking out the window into the blood-smeared faces of the ones that seemed to have become victims of the epidemic, Alfred mumbles to himself: "What kind of fucking mess did I end up in this time?".
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