I grew up in a very religious household outside Severograd, we lived on a farm, so we were pretty self sufficient and autonomous. At young age, I was already towering above alle the other children in height, so noone ever bullied me in school, I bullied them. During a very cold winter in 1989, both my parents passed away. Me and my twin brother had to take over the homestead. It was at this point in my life really began believing in god. The church was my second home. We were very poor me and my brother, but we survived, just until my brother suddenly left the homestead. I had to sell the homestead, so I could get some food and a tent. I was homeless, and i lived in a tent in the forest near Tisy. During the daytime, I spent most of my time in the church, praying. Moving between the forest and the nearby cities, I became very fit. I started lifting wood logs in the forest to become more muscular. When the outbreak hit, I was isolated from civilization, because I lived in the bush. I have lived in the bush for months now. Today, the 19th of October 2017, I plan on leaving the bush. I will start scavenging the nearby cities, and look for survivors.