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  1. Max Powell's POV: So I'd been looting in the upper tents of the airfield with Alfredo and Juan. We'd briefly congregated in a storage container to share ammo and other supplies, and Juan and Alfredo left to loot some more while I stayed back for a minute to pick up any excess ammo that was left on the floor of the container. As I was doing this I was approached by who I now know to be John Clifford, who held me at gun point and ordered my hands up. I complied, including when he asked me to drop my radio. We had a brief exchange in which I remember him asking me why my friends were shooting at them, though I was already out of contact with my friends at that point so I had no way of knowing. He summoned his friend over and I was led off into the woods, duct taped, and interrogated, during which I did have a word "carved" into my leg, hence the damage dealt to me with a combat knife by John. He then had me sing some tune for a minute as he ran away. After about a minute I broke out of the duct tape and grabbed my gear they'd left on the ground next to me and ran through the woods in (what I thought was) a different direction than I'd seen John go- I believe it was Northwest through the trees, as last I'd seen John, he was running south back towards the airfield. After about a couple minutes of running through the woods rather mindlessly not paying much attention I was lit up with a fully auto gun by who I now know to be Will Power, and narrowly escaped with my life, at which point I was confused and just wanted to get to a radio so I could get in contact with my friends again, so I ran in the exact opposite direction as the person who had just shot me, and found myself on the edge of the northern airfield tents again. At that point, rather than running however far to loot a city for a radio, I decided to try and go back for my own radio that John had initially made me drop as I'd never seen anyone pick it up. As soon as I entered the tents, I shot a zombie that was after me, and as I left the tent I was shot and killed, seeing or hearing nothing prior to my killing.
  2. Ever since I got the job as VP of Wizemen Enterprise, I've been sent to places all over the world. That was the start of my new life. I had never had a taste of the rich life until the company sent me on many business calls around the world. That was when I discovered my taste in travel. Something about flying around the world and trying some of the many cuisines out there always got my blood pumping. From Canada, to Japan, to France, every place had its own adventure. The most recent adventure, though, was one I had never expected or thought possible. I had recently taken a long vacation from the Vice President position and decided to do what I loved doing most; travelling. I had my eyes on many places, but Chernarus was the one that piqued my interest. I'd heard many good things about the area, but had never gotten around to seeing it myself. I decided now was the time. I packed what little clothes and utilities I owned, and headed out. Of course, I took a plane and first class. After what felt like forever, we finally arrived at the airfield. The second I stepped out of the plane, I could tell something was different, but I couldn't tell what. I should have gotten out of there at the first sign of what was to unfold, but I chose to ignore them. It was the middle of the night in July. People were acting so crazy about some new "disease." Nothing could touch me in the comfort of my five star hotel, however. I'd just stay in, ordering room service to minimize contact with others. Things sounded to be getting pretty bad out there, but the government would surely have this all solved in no time. I'd tried to go to bed early despite the looting and widespread panic. BANG! I violently snapped awake to the incredibly loud sound of metal on metal, followed by an explosion. The floor beneath me was collapsing. I could barely see through the debris in the air. I threw on my shoes and coat, took the stairs to the bottom floor as hastily as I could, and was greeted by the sight of a cargo plane that had just crashed into the building I was staying in. The shock from just having come so close to death was enough to put me on my ass, but this wasn't the place. I got up as fast as I could muster, and ran as far as possible. It's been about 2 years since that day, and things have only gotten worse from there. It's not only the infected you have to worry about now. People have become hostile. Stealing from one another for their supplies, just so they can survive a tiny bit longer. I'm starting to wonder... Will I ever find another friendly soul? Or will I be destined to be wandering this wasteland alone?
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