I was part of a British task force who was ambushed by unknown militia whilst on a mission to transport packages by ground vehicles to a location which held UN medics. Little was said about what we was transporting but i knew it was something odd. Whilst on route around 2:30 am we was ambushed at a checkpoint which we thought was a allied checkpoint. Once we slowed down the front and back vehicles holding 1 and 3 section was hit by RPG and we were trapped, i was badly hit my small arms fire and passed out. I came to on bandaged poorly with zip tied wrist behind my back. Later on after a week or so of being literally given rain water and scraps, it seemed our captives were ambushed. Quickly realising they were occupied with something crazy un explainable i took the opportunity to do a runner. I kept moving quietly and swiftly over unfamiliar terrain until i hit a coast line. After encountering these people that wasn't quite with it and tried to have a taste of me I've decided to put up shop and survive with my outer surroundings. Nervous and afraid ive decided numbers count and hoping i can find some of my comrades who hopefully survived. If anythign i want to find my closest comrade and get the hell out of here.