Before the outbreak I lived and worked in England nothing special just stacking shelves in a local supermarket. I soon met my online love. He lived in Sweden and we often visited each other. Just before the outbreak I was visiting him. We would cocoon ourselves for the few short weeks we would have together. World War 3 could have broke out and we wouldn't have known. And it did. Desperate to get in contact with Bobs family in Ukraine, his mother had gone to visit his grandmother a few weeks earlier, we struggled to get hold of either of them. His fear would soon be realised. Bob had an aunt who lived in Chernarus and he knew his mother would try to get to her. This is where our true journey began. As we was gathering up and ready to head out the outbreak started to reach other countries and we feared this journey was going to be much harder then we expected. We travelled from Sweden to Denmark, then on to Germany and Poland seeing nothing but the fast downward spiral of our planet. From Poland we went on foot, hopping from barns to houses, where ever we could find shelter for the night. I don't know how I survived. I wouldn't have if it wasn't for Bob. After what seemed like years we reached his family's farm to find nothing. No life or death. We had to keep our hope that his family was still alive. I wanted to wait for them to come back but he needed to find some answers. And so we moved on. We pushed and fought our way into Chernarus. The devastation here was far worse than we had already seen. As we turned a corner we soon became over run. We got separated and now I not only search for his family but I search for him. I am struggling to stay alive. I can only fight one at a time. I am alone and I need him.