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  1. BIO: Latham Kjellsson Born In Sweden, Stockholm 06-02-1999, Age: 20 y/o. Reason for given name: Unknown Reason for given Surname: Taken from his father's side. Relatives: Maria Söderström, Mother. Arvid Kjellsson, Father. Astrid Kjellsson, Sibling. Current care: Foster-home, Bärgmans family. Foster-family's surname: Bärgman Foster-family members: ##### Bärgman ##### Bärgman ### Bärgman State of whereabouts: Chernarus, South Zagoria. State of Physical Condition: Unknown State of Mental Condition: Sociopathic Signs. State animation: Unknown State of advance: Undefined --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This was my life, this is my present. "There is a burden in my life. Something that would seem ordinary on the outside. Yet, on the inside there is always conflicts and war between right and wrong. Where your sanity can only hold on for so long. To deal with the constant frustration of confusion and disorientation. Where your calls for help only seem to catch the attention of few. And those few, are as broken as you. My mother gave birth to me on the second of July, 1999. The home I met was to become my hell. My father was an abuser, always cheering when he was done with a bottle of rum or two. In the meantime my mother keep piling on debts in my fathers name to please her addiction to varying drugs. Me and my mother more or less served ass walking boxing bags. Absorbing the blows of the head mans twisted knuckles a few times per week. Living such a life will most definitely changes you. The human body and mind are meant to adapt to the environment it is exposed to. A basic strategy of survival. To say the least, I never grew up to be your typical jolly kid. Instead I grew up in secured care for the slaughter of civilians. It is up to each and everyone to decide if the act was right or wrong. However, to me, it was all an act of survival. The primal instinct of fear and the will to fight. You can love and be loved by a beast with every bit of all you have. But if you provoke the beast long enough it will one day decide to act on its own. It is in their nature." -- It wasn't until 13 years of destructive abuse and torment had gone by my mind finally decided to snap. The father I so dearly hated was having his fun of slapping me around. Although this time he did not only use his knuckles. He used the bottle. Whilst he laughed, mother leaned back and watched. Her eyes told me I deserved every bit of all I took. So I stood up, and walked away when told to leave the kitchen. But instead of going to my room, I when for their bedroom. In a box under the damned pops bed lie a smuggled handgun. Locked and loaded. When it all was over I couldn't help but to chuckle, as I for the very first time in my life, I was more than happy to be alive. Since the incident of 2012 I had moved around quite a bit. Jumping from one foster family to another, I finally settled into a family I bereaved I could trust. They consisted of 3 individuals. The Father, Mother and their kid. Whose names are unimportant. They aided in making sure I followed through In school and did my studies. Can not for the life of me say it was an enjoyable process but I did what I had to do. The family decided to go on a vacation so they could take a break from the busy life for a couple of days, taking me with them. So they decided we head over to visit their cousins who lived in Chernarus, South Zagoria. The country was beautiful, it was open and rural for the most of its entirety. One of my foster-members cousin, Tony, took me out hunting. At first, the elders was ill fond of the idea, reasoning about my previous history. Although Tony managed to persuade them, told them that I had a capable enough body to help bring back the prey and that he'd keep a good eye on me. Where as for the weeks to come, hunting was all I ever did. I grew fond of the wild quicker than the bullet left the barrel for the first time. A way of living where I could be by my self. Surrounded by nothing else but the ambient noises of the wind swirling through the trees. Days gone, and it was soon time to leave. Not because of a limit in our vacation, but because of the increasing tension in Chernarus. There have been patrols of the army deploying ever so often by air and land. The news stating that there is some kind of epidemic risk of a highly-contagious virus spreading throughout out the land. This caused my foster-family to grow more and more agitated for every second they stood on the chernarussian soil. But I refused to leave. I had finally found piece and was determined to stay weather there was a true danger or not. My foster dad forcefully took a hold of me, janking me away. Panic overcome me as I made my self clear to them for the last time what I wanted. Once I took a swing to my caretakers jaw with a rock, causing a crack sound to appear. Shocked he let go of me, and I ran. Through the house I grabbed Tonys rifle and hunting bag, then into the woods. Never to return. This must all have been about a year ago, maybe less. I have lost track of date since a while back. I survive with my rifle, and I prey upon the now walking corpses of those who died and sent to limbo. There is no better sense of piece when I am all alone, and get to put creatures down to mother earth. Weather they never inhale, or even if they exhale.
  2. 2018-06-09: Prologue Let me share a little information about my self: I was born in Sweden 16th of August 1999. I am Valex Solomon, named after the two I cherished, Valex and Solomon. It wasn't my birth name nor an alias chosen by my parents. It is an identity I've chosen to live with since the escape. They were people who I cherish and look up to, but I'll get to that part later. You see, I am and always have been an outcast ever since I was a kid. I grew up in a family of four consisting of my mother, father and my younger brother. I never cared much for my parents due to their behaviour against me. Both father and mother were substance addicts and alcoholics so it shouldn't come as a surprise that there was a whole lot of abuse involved. They never really did anything towards me physically but mentally, which can be as destructive. Compared to my younger brother who was adored, I was seen as a failure and of course, he was treated as the perfect son. If I should be really honest, I didn't even know if my parents considered me to be their own child or not. 6 years ago at the age of 13, the point where I was growing closer to the point I could think for my self. It became obvious that I started to become more and more of an anarchist playing the role as a rebel, especially at school. I didn't listen to anyone and my behaviour was turning the majority of people against me. My parent's abuse kept getting worse by the minute, most of which was due to the calls they received from the school pouring on non-stop. With all the hatred and frustration that was piling up was soon to pass beyond the limit as the real shit hit the fan when I lost it completely in school. It was Thursday, 12:th of March 2015. I was minding my business smoking a cancer stick outside of the school when a group of other teens rounded me up. They told me the usual bullcrap about being done with my shitty attitude and I, of course, told them to fuck off. They laughed menacingly at my response whilst continuing their attempt to scare me like they've tried countless of times before, but I was wrong this time of course. There were swings of punches coming from every direction, not stopping till I went unconscious. When I Woke up it was dark and cold where the sound of laughter came from what seemed to be outside of something. Soon there was a strong smell of smoke that struck me. At the time I didn't realize what was going on until it was nearly too late. The fuckers tried to burn me alive inside an empty shed. Of course, as I am writing this today I did get out of there. It took time an effort but I managed to launch my self through one of the weakened burning walls. I came home that day smelling like shit with burn damages on my body but as a healthy caring family, they only gave me shit for making the house smell. The next day was ironically Friday the 13, the same day I slaughtered 7 people. With my careless dad, it wasn't hard to get a hold of his handgun which I used against my family, including my younger brother. I burned my birth certificate to erase the idea of still being a part of that forsaken family. I took my dad's old Harley Davidson and left home for the very last time. After arriving I hid the bike out of visual reach from the school so they wouldn't describe what I was fleeing with to the police. I entered the school where I faced those brats with a straightened back. They were obviously surprised to see me and still in one piece. I still remember the look of pure terror and their pathetic beseech for mercy when I revealed my little toy to them. I was amused by this, for who can forbear to laugh at their beliefs of having a meaningful life? There were somewhat of a plan after I'd done my job. I really had no other option for survival at that point, last case scenario being plan B that was to kiss the gun and pull the trigger. I had a "friend" named Lexer, private details aside, who I consider my true family. He was the only one I knew who I trusted completely, the only one I could be around with my guard down. He knew my story and denounced law and order as much as me with a similar reason to it, although not slaughtering civilians in cold blood that is. Long story short he lives at a foster home. We both knew that if I stayed put after the rampage I was done for, but of course being the idiot Lexer is he told me in advance that he'd already called his brother, Solomon, who lived in Chernarus. Solomon agreed to take us there, immigrating us illegally, to live with him. I knew how much he talks about his brother which says a lot about how much they mean to each other. I ran outside towards the motorcycle where Lexer already was waiting. I drove fast but discreetly enough so that the speed wasn't much of a big risk to face the police. The runway where Solomon was supposed to land wasn't very far away from where we were located so it only took about 20 minutes or so to get there. Friday the 13th of March 2015:12:XX AM-(UTC +1) was the date I left the Swedish soil for the first and last time. I was scared but I wasn't alone. I had Lexer and his brother, they were my true family. We had succeeded our escape from Sweden and was now heading to Chernarus, South Zagoria. 6 hours of flight 2500km away from what was to become a nothing more than a memory of the past. 07:XX PM (UTC +2) was the time of landing and the start of a new life in another country and a new home. End of the prologue. Juli 2017: The day of the outbreak. 2 years after the escape. I was 18 when it all went down to hell, or rather when hell climbed up to the surface. Me and Valex were lying on the sofa watching TV when the news was brought up. At the time I was still unable to understand Russian so I understood nothing of it neither did lex. Solomon explained that there was some commotion about a disease infecting people, but because we as in a rather isolated environment he told us not to worry, so we shrugged it off as it was nothing. Living far away from civilization where the nearest town was Gorka, 1.4km away has its disadvantages such as TV signals being disrupted by the many trees, not to mention the long ass walk to the nearest pub. Instead of going to the store we got our food through hunting and growing it our selves, the way most others live in Southern Zagoria. We didn't really leave our territory very often but when we did it was usually when the ammunition was running low. The days went on until one day. I was out hunting where I spotted hog, but looking through my scope I saw what appeared to be a human in combat fatigue, squatting. He turned back for a moment and I caught a glimpse of his face. It was horrifying. The lips on his face had been ripped off, looking closer I saw his left arm that was gashed up to the point you could see bone. I became curious at first, wanting to know what had happened to him, so I moved up a bit closer. He was clearly doing something by the way he was moving but I couldn't really get the right angle to see exactly what was going on. That is until I moved to the bit to the right. Another soldier, torn open and the wounded standing above him was eating him! I was so shocked that I jumped back head first into a tree bumping my head badly causing a fierce headache. I moved my hands to my head as a response to the pain, sitting in a fetal position. Looking up I saw the wounded soldier moving towards me exposing his stomach. It was open and you could see the intestines that were barely hanging on to his insides. I didn't know what to do, I was paralyzed out of fear. How in the hell could he be alive?! He should be dead! Reality snapped back at me and I grabbed my rifle, I didn't care how he was alive but this was my territory, and it is not for some wicked cannibalistic sacrifice ceremony. I aimed to where his heart was located, shooting him twice in the chest. It did nothing more than making him stumble on his feet. The man lunged at me and with a swift motion sunk his teeth into my arm ripping out a chunk of my meat. The maximum of adrenaline had peaked its limit at this point and I was in a complete feral mode. I grabbed the soldier by the helmet, forcing him off of me. I stepped over him stomping his face in till there was nothing but a bloody mess. I ripped off my shirt, tearing it to bits so I could craft a makeshift dressing for my wounded arm. I tried to make it back to the house as fast as I possibly could even when weakened by the blood loss. As I made my way back I started to hear faint but rapid shots coming from the distance. Soon enough I found out where the source of it came from. I saw Valex and Solomon fending off a mass of people, shooting them multiple times but did little to no effect. There must have been 7 or 8 of them. It never matters if they were civilians or not, they were out after my family and I wasn't going to let them. I went into a prone position but my wounded arm wasn't easy. I was shaking which made me unsure of my chance to get an exact hit. My terrible aim only managed to strike down 3 of them with the remaining 5 was still standing. I tried again and again but it was getting too difficult to hold a steady aim properly. I started getting dizzy and feeling nauseous. I nearly passed out, but then I hear Valex shout my name. The sound of his voice filled me with energy. I wasn't done yet. Too enraged to care about the pain I quickly ran for the house. I dropped my rifle as it was slowing me down, using my .357 hunting revolver instead. I stumbled my way into the house, shooting down the remaining cannibalistic fuckers. The sight of that place reminded me of the slaughtering of my family. Blood stained walls, bits of brains and dead corpses. I screamed Valexs' name with all the energy I could let out. I heard a faint grunt coming from the corner of the room. As I went over there I saw Solomons mutilated body. He was dead for sure, but still, there was movement coming from his body, no, behind it. Giving a closer look at the body I noticed something behind it. It was Valex, lying under Solomons body. Tears filled my eyes as I moved the corpse away from him. He was barely clinging to life. His leg had been chewed up badly, exposing bone from underneath his flesh. I fell to my knees, sobbing uncontrollably. Valex moved his hand to my face where his cold hand touch my cheek. He wasn't crying, nor was he showing any sign of pain. He gave me a smile, sharing one last kiss. His hand relaxed, falling to the floor as he exhaled his last breath. Here I am. In a cold dark world where humanity is no longer the dominating species. Where the dead has risen from the depths of hell hungry and eager to feast on the warm flesh of the living. The name I chose was to represent the family I've lost. For Valex. The one who saved me from melancholy and forlorn, he who gave me a reason to fight. He who showed me true affection. For Solomon, the brother of the man I loved, and for his noble attempt to save Valex from death by sacrificing himself.
  3. Before the outbreak. Royland was born in Sweden in a city called Gothenburg 13th in November 1990 but moved to a little village in South Zagoria called Berehzki after a tragedy that left Roy with a horrible mental scar. Roy was married to a beautiful woman whose name was Jane Morrow. They lived 6 happily married years together until one life-changing day. They struck hell one night when an intoxicated driver speeding down the oncoming road collided with their car. Royland survived the crash but it could not be said the same with his wife. Jane sat on the other side where the drunk driver crashed his car into which sadly killed her on impact. Roy saw his beloved mutilated lifeless body. The devastation had given Roy severe trauma and heavy depression. He couldn't bare with his surroundings and every bit of the country anymore. He didn't feel home in any way so he decided to change his life completely. Moving to South Zagoria, Berehzki, in 2014 to make a new start. To change his life all over. But the change would soon change not for the better. After outbreak. It has been 3 years since he left Sweden. Moving to South Zagoria had been working for Royland quite well. Of course, the loss of his family is not forgotten but has eased up over the years. He could finally stand his surroundings that he had lost to enjoy back in Sweden. But for Roy it couldn't stay that way. June arrived and soon all hell broke loose. The infection has ruptured through the country and taken lives of thousands. When the army was unable to take care of the situation he had to leave the country and fast. He drove as fast as he could to get to the border but it was too late, both Russia and Pakistan had closed the borders preventing anybody from entering or leaving. So there he stood. Stranded in a new home for the dead who couldn't fit in hell. He wanted to get the hell out of that crowded place. Even if he had no hope left he worried that if he kept being around the mass he would for sure get contaminated. Roy ran off looking for a fast way out of there. He found an unlocked car with the key still in the ignition who someone must have left behind in a hurry. There was no time for law and order so he took it and drove off home to the little house in Berehzki as a safe house at the moment. Gathering his rifle and ammunition as well as some food for a few days. "I was a man of Jesus once. I thought he'd save me from misery and death. I was faulty in thinking that he'd spare me from hell, to bring me happiness. But he didn't. He must have given Satan the power over all of humanity and used that ground for the demons to roam. I don't know what is worse. Have to live my life in constant pain and misery or that G-d left their children behind."
  4. Harald grew up in Sweden, Scandinavia 3rd of april 1986. He was given the name after his father who died in the battleground whilst protecting the country he loved with pride in his heart. They were a very religous family and trusted their lives in G-d's hand's to keep them safe. Little did they know that G-d did not care to save us all from the doom of our beloved's fate. 3rd of April, 1999. At the age of 14, my father left me and my poor mother in a dark cold world. He died with pride in his heart fighting for his country. Fighting for his family. Fighting for love. G-d knows how much I hate birthdays. 14th of August, 1999. Mother who could do little to keep the family healthy and alive, decided it would be better if we moved to her birthland. South zagoria, Chernaurus. Moving soon as possible, leaving much of what we had behind. We arried to a small town called Staroye where planned to start over. Our new home. 2nd of May, 2005. I alwasy wanted to join the army like my father. I respected him dearly and I whanted to continue his legacy. As the man who gave every inch of his life to protect what he loved. As soon as I became 18 I signed up to join the chernarussian defence forces (CDF) and getting my first job as 19. I stayed in the CDF and fought the civil war in 2009. I gave it all I got. I risked my life for my fellow comrades. My setting was that this war was our for the winning and so it was. July, 2017. This year has been a whole mess. Today seems there's never scilence. Soldiers marching, shouting and shooting. Chopper's hovering over towns. Civilians creating bumps and jams in trafic trying to flee to the west or even all the way to Novigrad. You'd think it was because of another civil war. Well, i'd liked that more to happen over the reality. At the beginning I tried my best to get my mother out of the country but she couldn't. Simply there was too many fleeing so there was a hold up. Before I could even get her close to safety the surrounding contries shut us out. I didn't know what to do now so in the mean time she stayed at one of the campsites at Elektrozavodsk with all others trying to survive. There seemed to be no hope but a flotilla of boats came to the rescue. I quickly and despretly took my mother to one of them and sat her down. Standing in the whater beside the boat holding mother's hands I tell her I can't come with her. I still have a job to do. She despretly tries to make me come with her or tries the "if you stay I stay". Ofcourse I refuse all of it. When she finaly gave up after the boats had to leave we said our goodbyes. She said in my native tongue: "Harald, du är det mest perfekta som någonsin hänt mig. Även fast din far försvunnit vet jag att en bit av hans själ finns I dig jag kan se det, ni är så lika och jag vet att han skulle vara stolt över dig min son, Jag älskar dig med allt mitt hjärta" "Harald, you are the most perfect thing that has ever happened to me. Even if your father is gone I know there is a piece of his soul in you, I can see it. You two are so identical and I know he would be proud of you. I love you my son with all my heart" I stand on the shore, whaching them leave untill I can't see them anymore. After standing there staring into nothing i feel tears running down my cheek. "I love you mamma". I wipe the tears from my face and head off in the new pocket of hell.
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