My name is Ben. I was 26 years old at the start of the outbreak. I lived in Colorado with my wife. I served in the United States Army and did two tours to Afghanistan during my service. On my 26th birthday I decided to go on a vacation to Chernarus to go backpacking with 2 friends. The first few days everything was fine. But once the UN showed up I realized somthing was wrong. We were caught right in the middle of a war zone between the Chernarus people and military forces. My friends and I tried to escape by car, boat, even train. But no use. In the confusion and chaos my friend bill was killed by a looter. I was injured and by the time I woke up I was alone, hungry and scared. This is where my story begins.