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Aaron Michaels

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  1. The 24 hours after the last entry-


    The Grishino incident..

    Lt. Michaels woke up with a bedsheet over his face this morning...  Flinging himself out of the cell bed he opted to sleep in he made his way down the police station stairs. In eerie silence filled the town, minus a singular pair of footsteps. Not knowing if it was a friend or foe Michaels flings his chest rig on and loads his UMP-45 expecting it to be one of the dead.

    The police station door had been left wide open, which is out of the ordinary as this building is normally securely locked down by Frank every morning and night..

    Michaels exited by the front door, taking his earplugs out and seeing a large HESCO barrier had been erected across the middle of the road- "The raid emergency plan~?" 

    Upon passing the HESCO barrier the extent of the damage becomes clear... the streets were scattered with bodies of the traders and empty magazines. 
    Out of the corner of his eye Michaels spots a face he was unfamiliar with heading into the primary storage locker.
    "Who are you~!? State your name!" he yelled out at the fairly heavily armed man.

    An Australian accent called back from inside the doorway "Woah, I'm a trader! I think I'm the last one left from the attack" The gentlemen exited the building with his hands high above his head- a gesture of goodwill and friendly nature. In desperation for co-operation and survival the two trusted eachother in that moment unconditionally. 

    For the next couple of hours Michaels helped this trader he called Aussie move equipment from the raided buildings and stockpiles to more secure locations for any possible survivors.


    Meanwhile Chris, the soldier met days before, made his way over to Grishino after being told of the incident over the radio. Upon arrival two additional traders returned, not knowing of the carnage left by the raiders. They immediately offered their assistance. the tragedy of the Grishino raid was bad enough to inspire any one with a kind hard to help rebuild...
    Michaels, the Aussie, Chris and the two traders named Bart and Jesse managed to lock up the storeroom and get Grishino to a state that people would be comfortable visiting for food, water, and comfort.
    The Aussie had seen some seriously graphic stuff that evening and locked himself in a house and ordered us to ensure he is left alone.

    Complying, Michaels led an expedition of the four of them to the Airfield in hopes of running into the group who caused the damage.F50C17BD69B360692A1205EA2B4EA0985B8D8F57


    The Airfield

    The band of brothers arrived at the airfield and began clearing buildings as they went, searching room by room for any trace of the murderers who disrupted the peaceful trader town of Grishino...

    Upon reaching the air traffic control tower, clearing it and arriving back at the bottom of the tower they hear a voice yell out "Hello? You fellas alright??"
    The voice was a Trader, Ryan Cooper, a survivor of the tragedy the night before, Michaels recognised his voice, and Ryan recognised Michaels.
    The four of them then continued to look for the raiders, with Jesse playing the Harmonica to pass the time between buildings. 


    The group cleared most of the airfield, finding no other survivors the whole time, so they moved following Chris towards Vybor. Upon arriving in Vybor the sun had begun to set... biters were roaming the streets when a loud bang of a shotgun could be heard deeper in the town. 
    In that instant a horde of 10+ biters throughout the town rushed towards the police station. The four of Michaels' group headed quickly towards the police station and helped rescue the survivors. 

    After providing them with blood, food and water the group of now 6 strong moved into the Vybor Industrial estate as the sun had set and the rain had started pouring... that was about the last of the successful stories..



    The group now 6 strong built a campfire and began telling stories as the sound of rain pounded against the roof of the factory the men were held up in. One of the survivors we had rescued ate his own food, without realising it had become spoiled... upon consuming the food he fell very ill. We tried all we could to help him, but it was decided that he would be best attempting to sleep off the illness, our medication needed time to work~ we couldn't afford giving him more.


    The night carried on and the men soon become hungry, cooking up chicken and eating canned fruit found in Vybor as the sicker of the two rescued survivors slept, trying to avoid throwing up or making anybody else sick, after 20 minutes the young man felt somewhat better and was able to join the group for dinner.

    Some time later that evening a young lady in a red dress opened the front door and entered the building drenched from the rain~
    It was bizarre.. It was pouring down and she was not only unarmed but alone and now obviously drenched. 
    She sat around the fire with us and was quickly accepted into the group, after all, we're all just trying to survive in this harsh landscape.
    She told us her name, Julie. Michaels' commented on her outfit and shoes. The group laughed and we all carried on as such... minutes later a gentlemen in much more militarised equipment shows up... Michaels' and Chris both began to feel unsafe. Prepping their bags and ensure they had enough water and food incase they had to leg it into the forests to avoid a gunfight.. today wasn't the day to die.

    The man who went by a name that sounded slavic in nature joined the group round the fire... tensions seemed to rise dramatically after an accidental misfire happened within the building.



    Prepared to run, Chris and Michaels' were prepared... when two masked men with large rifles and night vision goggles arrived through the back door.
    The main group hadn't noticed... before anything could go wrong the two of them made a dash to the front door, opening it and slamming it behind them...

    The pair ran for their lives into the darkness and the rain.

    Moments later 2 shots can be heard... followed by a quick three round burst and then some more.

    Currently the group are split apart, most of the new survivors are likely dead... and Chris and Michaels have no communications as they want to avoid water-logging the devices.
    As the rain beat down on them they spread further apart, unsure if any of their comrades had survived..

    Michaels found a shed a fair distance from Vybor in the fields. It was dry, and it was a place to wait out the storm.

    Only time will tell how many of the survivors had made it out alive, how many were gunned down by the unknown group... and if Chris and Michaels will be able to regroup before they encounter someone else.

    1. Eagle


      Why don't you put this in lore and stories?

    2. Aaron Michaels

      Aaron Michaels

      I plan on doing it daily, and don't really wanna spam the forums or anything. Only people who come to my profile will see it, so people I tell and those I convince to join my "radio". Trying to be humble about it is all, besides they probably aren't good enough to go on the lore and stories section of the forums @Eagle

    3. Eagle


      Not really spam will be a thread in your name that people can fallow if they're interested.

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