It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything. Is it really though?
Sean Walsh, son of an accomplished army general never had a place to call home. He spent most of his early life living on army bases, and stayed hardly long enough to remember the names of the people he went to school with. His father was ever distant, and hardly put forth any effort towards their relationship. He'd done multiple tours, and after each one he'd become more distant. His mother had passed at childbirth, and his father never remarried.
After having little to no career opportunities, he decided to follow in his father's footsteps. He served two years of active duty. Although mostly conflict free, Sean suffered from it. He spent the next years studying, then working a bunch of odd jobs trying to save up some money. After saving enough, Sean decided to backpack tour the world. He'd just been in Russia, now looking to explore Chernarus. Although South Zagoria had a lot of civil conflict, that didn't deter Sean. He decided to spend the coming month touring the local cities and villages, and becoming one with the beautiful nature. The scenery was stunning, and the food was bland. After a while however Sean noticed the people became very reclusive, as if something was going on under his nose. The next few days things started getting weird.
More and more military checkpoints were setup, but the soldiers wouldn't budge on what was going on. One night Sean even heard bombs go off somewhere in the distance, and from that moment onward he knew something wasn't right. The locals and other tourists began talking about rumors, about a dark plague not only sweeping the whole country, but the whole world. It just seemed so surreal. Sean was unsure what to do. Does he leave the country? where does he go? Unsure with his current situation, Sean decided to stay put, when one night multiple trucks pulled into town and he was awoken by yelling and gunfire. Still half asleep, he quickly threw on his jacket, grabbed his belongings and took to the streets; What he would he would change him forever. Multiple soldiers were shooting at a bunch of unarmed civilians. But were they civilians? They took shots to the stomach like it was a pellet gun. These were actual fucking zombies.
Through all the commotion, a squad of soldiers rounded up Sean among others, and threw him in the back of one of the trucks. Shortly after they were carted off further inland, to a small camp based on a big hill. The camp was short-stocked with supplies, and would be enough to feed all of them for the next two weeks at most. With little hope in sight, Sean's objective is now simply to survive the cold and cruel nature that is now Chernarus. He needs to provide for him, and anyone that will join him in his adventure that is survival. Is there a cure, a safe haven, or is everyone doomed?
Only time will tell.