My name is Ali At, my friends in the Netherlands called me Horse as my surname means Horse in Turkish. I was born and raised in Rotterdam. I learned dutch from school and Turkish from my mother. I learned other languages at work. I love cooking / playing games and having a good time. Sometimes I can really be rude , but I can be the sweetest guy on the world as I say it myself. Before the outbreak I used to work in a trucker stop / restaurant. I did most of the cooking, but did waiter work as well. My boss didn’t like me that much but I thought fuck it it pays well enough to get yelled at. And the truckers were bunch of tough guys who were teaching me how to be tough, but sweet at the same time. Truckers can be jerks but have a big heart once you know them. I worked since I was 18 and they raised me to be a man as my dad was never around. In the year 2016, month January, I got called for military service in Turkey. The country where my parents was born. I wrote lots of letters to my fiancé, mother and little brother. I have served the army till the outbreak. During the outbreak I got send to the shore of the Black sea to help inventories the people there. I had some minor experience with help planning as I learned a lot from the truckers. I got asked if I could go help them out in Chernarus. And I agreed. There was bad weather and the large cargo ship was forced into Chernarussian waters by the storm. Instead of risking life and limb, the crew chose to beach the ship. The crew told me about the infected, how they are. What really happened. Somewhat later we got surrounded by a small horde of infected and I just ran like the wind going inlands. Hoping to find someone to help me out. Now I’m stranded in this country. Maybe I will wander around. Search for my purpose. Maybe search back for my family. Or at least try to contact them somehow.