My name is Jacob, I'm 27 years old and I am a national hunter, I grew up in Canada on a farm. When I was 10 my father gave me my first rifle and taught me how to hunt, we first started with defining the different animal tracks and by the time I was 15 I was bringing in my own game, my father died soon after. One of his last wishes was I visited his home town and experience the forestry and vast amount of wild animals to be hunted. So I flew out to Chernarus in seek of what my father had told me, but as I got there people were sick. I guess you could say that was the start of it all, they got sick, then fall into a coma, died and reanimated to these "things". Since I've been here, I've endured many injuries. From being stabbed to getting shot nothing seems to knock me down, I can only thank god for not letting me perish. I managed to set up a small camp and used my hunting skills to supply myself with food, though safe to drink water has been a struggle. Somedays the only thing keeping me going is knowing that there could be people out there that could help me rebuild and restore humanity. Now my goal here is to gather anyone that's left and try to rebuild a civilization, I've heard a few emergency broadcasts talking about sanctuary on the North West Airfield? Maybe I'll start there. .