I grew up in the United States as a North Georgian. I was taught to hunt at an early age, and honed my skill over the past twenty years. With the recent passing of my father, I wanted to seek out a new life, a new home.In 2010 I was looking for a nice place to settle when I heard about a small country outside of Russia called Chernarus. The country looked great, despite the recent civil war economically it was booming, it also seemed to have vast open game hunting. I gathered together what money I had and booked a flight. After landing, I moved to the small town of Novaya Petrovka, I bought a small house on the outskirts and began small hunting excursions. Now having lived here for a few years I’ve gotten a pretty good feel for the land. I began planning my next trip. Getting only the essentials I set out. In my typical hunting ground everything was quiet. I decided to stay in the area for a few days and let all the wildlife get accustomed to my presence. After living off the land in the small campsite for about a week, I began to scout the area for any traces of animals. Moving through the wood’s I found some rushed footprints and thought about why someone would be acting in such a peculiar manner, or if they may be hurt. I began tracking them. Following the trail for nearly a mile, I began to hear odd groaning sounds. This determined it, whoever it was they were hurt, I rushed over the hilltop. I stopped in horror seeing some grotesk almost human ripping apart a deer shoving it’s entrails into its mouth. I let out a gasp and it turned sharply and began running towards me. I stumbled falling down the hill I aimed my rifle and began firing. My bullet’s hit but seemed to do nothing and before I knew it my magazine was empty. I pulled my secondary as it closed the gap, aimed and pulled the trigger as I closed my eyes. I heard a small thud, shakily turning my head I saw it lying motionless on the ground. I had to know what was happening, but I had to be careful, there could be more of these things. Making my way back to where my truck would have been parked, but it was gone, someone had stolen my truck. I started the trek home which took about two week’s. When I got there the entire town was quiet, empty car’s blocked the street. Something was wrong, I went home and turned on the radio. On the radio I heard the reports of the ‘rabies’ outbreak, how the UN and United State Military had gotten involved, a plane had crashed into Chernogorsk. I decided to pack what I needed and head to Miroslavi where the UN and Medical researchers had established a research lab in search of answers as to what I encountered in the wood’s.