My name is Julius Hansen, I was 16 when it happened. The fucking outbreak of the virus that fucked up my life and ruined my future. I remember it like it was yesterday I was 16 and on vacation with my family on a easter european road trip. We was in the main city of Chernarus when we saw the first infected, or first.. It was a horde coming towards us and we was stuck in a traffic jam. The fear among the other trafficants rises and the screaming broke out. They were fast and we were unprepared. The damn government was hiding the outbreak when it was already rising and getting uncontrollable. Together with the pedestrians among us we did like the rest, we ran for our lives me and my family which was my father, mother and my older brother. After roughly 1 hour and a few minutes to spare we reached the outer parts of the city where the military was stationary. They had blocked all traffic going out of the city including pedestrians. There was one exception though, only children could pass... At first my family refused but after contemplating they realised that if anyone would have a chance to survive it would be if I would leave the city with the military. I have never been so scared or heartbroken when I was sitting at the back of the military truck watching my family in tears waving my apart at the city border. The military truck drove us to a temporary military camp that was under guarded since most of the military was trying to control the outbreak in the capital Chernarus. With nothing to contact my family and the days passing I told myself that if I ever had the chance I would look for my family. After a few days the guards seemed to be more nervous and more on their nerves, they knew something was up and it was up to no good. We who was living in the camp was not allowed any information on what was going on outside the camp, the only way of communication was at the leader tent which was always guarded so there was no way to understand what was going on. about 13 days later I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of sirens and the guards was screaming and trying to wake us up. The camp was attacked by the infected and we was heavily outnumbered. The guards insisted of us staying but while the west side was getting overrun I had no other choice than to steal some gears from the barracks and make a run for it on the east side of the camp. And there I was in the middle of the night alone in a zombie infested apocalypse. For two years now since the outbreak I have been on my own scavenging houses for food and water trying to find a community of survivors. I have heard that there are still survivors left and that there are communities of them out there. I have only seen sign of life, I have seen raided houses but no humans to be seen. The last survivor I saw was 4 months ago running from a horde of zombies which made me able to scavenge what used to be infected filled houses. If you find this note, remember my story and if you heard about any Hansen know that their son or brother is still out there, dead or alive.