Hello im the original mod author, im a bit of a perfectionist so the update is taking a bit longer than expected, i was hoping to have it updated last night but it should be up hopfully later today or tomorrow on steam.
Once a United States Marine Corps Forces Special Operations Command or (MARSOC) Operator, named Miles Maddox. I was originally stationed in California, at Fort McDowell where I assisted with training marines and infantry regiments in Small unit tactics and Close Quarters Battles (CQB). I was deployed early in the summer of 2017 aboard the USS Carl Vinson Aircraft carrier with my battalion, underway to the Green Sea to reinforce a NATO fleet headed for Trabzon, Turkey. On the morning of July 17th, I was startled awake by the ships general alarm signaling all personal to their stations. At that moment our commanding officer walked into our bunk. "Officer on deck!" i heard someone shout as we all sprung to our feat ready for action. C.O - "Marines, as of 04:00 last night our directives from high command have changed, We are to no longer regroup with the Nato fleet bound for Trabzon but instead reinforce another existing flotilla of NATO ships off the coast of Chernarus. The local populous are suffering from an un-specified viral outbreak, infected have been known to show extreme forms of aggression and rioting,with some cases showing cannibalistic tendencies. Our new directives are to what we think is secure ground zero and prevent the loss of crucial NATO bases in the area. Miles! i Want your team to reinforce the CDF garrisoned in the Chernogorsk area, and if at all possible try to re-establish communication with a lost recon team. last known positioning was just north, east, of the city of Chernogorsk." the room fell silent for a second. marine - "Sir, did you say cannibalistic tendencies? like they'll try to fucking eat us? Sir?!" C.O - "CDF and UN forces have had growing reports of cannibalistic tendencies yes. Now move it marines! double time!" We quickly geared up and headed for the deck. As i walked out onto the flight deck, i gaze upon a large fleet of U.S Vessels off the port side of the carrier, as squadron of A-10 Warthogs flew overhead towards shore. A uh-1y chopper was fueled and spun up on the tarmac to take us to shore. We boarded the chopper and set out to reinforce the CDF. As we disembarked from the chopper a CDF Officer was there to greet and brief us on the situation in Chernogorsk. For days my team helped set up relief efforts, while trying to contain rioting and defend the camp from infected. but on July 19th the CDF and NATO defense line began to falter, falling late in the morning. A wave of infected headed towards Chernogorsk and attacked. my team was forced to retreat from the city amid severe rioting. most of my best men didn't make it out. We radio'd for evac and set up a rally point north of Green-Mountain as the surrounding areas where swarming with infected. A few days passed as we tracked our way up to the rally point. As we approached the rally point, i gained visual on the evac bird waiting for us ontop of the hill, but somthing didnt feel right. the chopper wasnt spun up and the pilot and evac team where no where in sight. what was left of my team slowly approached the chopper with caution. As we reached the heli. ten men, some dressed in CDF and NATO uniforms ambushed us from all directions. holding up my team at gunpoint. this is when I notice the bodies of the evac team slouched agaisnt the opposite side of the chopper with their throats slit and theirs fatigues and weaponry missing. The armed men impersonating NATO Operatives stripped us of our gear, bound our hands and gauged us, they than proceeded to march us to an old barn out in the middle of no where. One by one they brought us in and interrogated and tortured us. they wanted information on more NATO supply caches and Operations in the area but when we refused to tell them anything, they lined us up. and one by one they slit my teams throats. 1... 2... 3... 4.... their bodies hit the ground clawing for air for dear life. My squad-mate O'Shea was next in line then Johnson, Rameriez and myself. We looked at around at each other, trying to form a plot to escape when a miracle occurred. Gunfire echoed outside the barn as the men quickly scrambled to figure out what was happening a group of infected swarmed their way through the barn door. We see the opportunity to escape and took it, my squad-mates and I bolted for the nearest exits in every direction while the infected kept the bandit men occupied. I snatched my radio off the belt of one of the men and sprinted outside while being chased by the bandit, he fired at me while i sprinted into the darkness of the night, one of his shots pierced through my shoulder while i was barreling my way through the dense shrubbery of the forest. No Squad-mates in sight, I kept running for what felt like forever. Once i stopped running and i could no longer hear the gun fire and screaming in the distance, i collapsed to the ground and passed out from Pain and exhaustion. When i came too, laying in a river bank with in a pile of my own blood. I tried my radio but with no answer. all frequencies were dark. No weapon or gear, in a strange country, with no food, water, or communication with my team. My new objective was to stay alive and try to locate my squad.
My name is Dima Rezniekov. I was Капрал or how you say " Corporal " in The Armed Forces of Ukraine before everything went to shit. Before the infection my platoon and I where stationed at the Kiev military district. Worst we ever faced back then where rioters and street criminals, nothing like the horrors we face today. During the first days of the outbreak reaching to Kiev, The whole city was torn apart, riots exploding in the streets, looters taking whatever they could get their hands on. People started murdering each other for supplies. My Platoon was ordered to hold the military district and protect it from rioters and looters. The hordes of rioters grew more aggressive with each passing moment, nearly breaking through our flimsily constructed barricades. A shot rang through the crowds as a soldier killed one of the rioters in self defense. the crowds angry yelling quickly turned to silence... then horrified screams as the recently dead civilian got back up and started attacking other rioters in the crowd! this once dead man looked as if he had gained the strength of 10 men as he tore through the crowd trying to bite and scratch at other people. the soldier who initially killed the man shot him again approximately 7 times in the chest. the man did not stop as he turned around and in a fit of rage charged the soldier, leaping onto him and ripping his throat open. the rioters that where killed also turned to look as the same creature the man before them turned into. springing back to life as if they where shocked my lightning. they too began to attack the remaining rioters and soldiers. as people tried to flee, more and more bodies hit the ground, then started to come back from the dead. "Open Fire!" my commanding officer shouted as my comrades and i began to shoot aimlessly into the crowds of rioters and undead alike. the dead started attacking us as in force aswell as the fleeing rioters and quickly started to grow in numbers, overwhelming our barricades. I notice some of my comrades heading for the back gate, leaving the platoon. After the fifth person from my squad to retreat I quickly followed there lead, leaving the rest of the platoon behind. I try to keep up as they start running through the military campus. ive nearly reached them when i see Volodymyr starting the engine of a Ural. "What are you doing?!" i shouted out "We are getting the fuck out of here Dima, if you value your life you will come too" Volodymyr responded. Gunfire and screams echoing from the other side of the campus i look at the men in the back of the ural, silent, cold faces. no one wanted to retreat and leave the rest of the platoon but what choice was there. Death? i was not about to be turned into one of those "Things" I nodded at Volodymyr and climbed aboard the back. "Hang onto something" He called out as he smashed through the back gates to the compound. "Where are we going?" i asked " To Russia, maybe it'll be safer there" he responded. For the next whole day not one word was spoken. Driving for what felt like forever, we pulled off the highway to refuel at a gas station. As we pull up to the newly abandoned gas station we where greeted with the sight of flipped cars and bodies littering the area, fire and the smell of gas filled the air. All 6 of us disembarked from the ural as Oleksiy began to refuel, Vasiliy decided to go take a leak. In the distance the sound of multiple vehicle engines roared and grew louder until 3 black suv's came into view gunning it down the empty road. as they came closer they must have noticed us and changed course. the suv's then pulled up on all sides of our ural surrounding us and what must have been a dozen men step out of the vehicles with weapons drawn pointing at us. before we could draw our weapons one of the men shouted "Drop you're weapons, give us the truck and nobody gets hurt!" Vasiliy returning from his bathroom break heard all of this from behind the gas station. As we were about to comply with the men, Vasiliy shouted "Get Down!" as he tossed a grenade under the hull of one of the suv's and began to open fire. The Suv Exploded hurling metal fragments in every direction. giving us the perfect needed few seconds of distraction to retreat to cover. A firefight broke out between the bandits and what was then left of our squad. Volodymyr, Oleksiy, and myself managed to make it into the gas station as Vasiliy, Daniel, Amerisa took position against the ural. machine gun bursts from the direction of the suv's started to penetrate the bricks of the building, i could also see Amerisa and Vasiliy firing back attempting to suppress the men. Another bullet zipped overhead. zzzOOOooo… Like a fingernail dragging across stretched nylon. I looked to Volodymyr. “Sniper,” he said, singing the “i” in his Ukrainian accent. I peak out a crack in the wooden boards barricading the windows i dont see Vasiliy or Amerisa they must have slipped away, I look to see Daniel pinned down agaisnt the ural. zzzOOOooo… Another shot. Daniel's lifeless body falls to the concrete. "You Bastards!" Volodymyr shouts out as he stands up and unleashes a hail of bullets in the suv's direction. zzzOOOooo… Another shot. Volodymyr screams in agony as the bullet hits him in the shoulder and he falls to the ground. "Fack" he yells out. At that moment the gunfire stopped. "You've really done it now! your friends are dead and theirs no way out! come out now and we'll make it quick and painless" the bandit screamed at us. "Fuck you" Volodymyr shouted back "Fuck me?! no my friends, FUCK YOU!" the bandit replied emptying a whole magazine into the gas stations broken windows. Oleksiy grabbing me by the arm "We gotta get the hell out of here! there must be another way out." "Check in the backroom ill cover you" i reply. Volodymyr spitting blood at this point yanks the map from his vest and hands it to me "you'll need this to get to Russia." "Well what about you?" i contorted "ill slow them down, you need to go.. now..." Volodymyr said back in a faint tone. Oleksiy burst back through the backroom "Ive got it we can escape through the back window!" I turn one more time to Volodymyr "Thank you comrade, your sacrifice will forever be honored and never forgotten." We salute each other and Oleksiy and I make a break for the backroom. Hoisting him up to the window, he pulls me up and we escaped the back of the gas station. As we started to run we heard two guns trade fire... then silence. We both slowed to a halt Oleksiy nearly breaking down to tears "Thank you Volodymyr you wont be forgotten." We started to pick up or pace again when just then. zzzOOOooo… I look over at Oleksiy to see his eyes light up and his body jerk forward. he dropped to his knees and looked up at me, tears filling his eyes, trying to spit out a word but all that came up was blood. zzzOOOooo… He hits the dirt, his skull blown open. I started sprinting as fast an far as i could into the neighboring treeline, serpentining the whole way. My comrades dead or missing, i kept tracking onward. learning to scavenge whatever i needed to survive, i eventually lost the map and with no way of knowing which way was Russia, I walked endlessly towards what i thought was the Russian boarder. Until one day along my travel i cane across the sign welcoming me to Chernarus.