My name is Branka.
I was born and raised in Chernarus, in a town on the coast called Kamenka. In the beginning I had a happy childhood. I loved to play outside with children from the neighbourhood. Thinking back, I wish I could be a little child again. So innocent and pure, with a heart full of hope for a great future. I remember playing at the beach, playing with the sand, trying to catch some fish with my bare hands. Smelling the salt of the water always brings back those memories.
It makes me sad and angry at the same time.
The happy childhood was torn apart when the war started.
I was twelve years old when the war began. My father Matus had to go whilst my mum, Simona, stayed with me at home, hoping for him to return safely. At this time I had to help around the house. I actually had to learn how to fish so we always had enough to eat. I remember this time as if I was living surrounded by thick fog. Almost every day some of our neighbours recieved the news that their husbands or sons have died and would not come back.
I remember the day we got the news that my dad would not come back. That he had died. That he was killed. I remember it that well, because since that day I counted the days till the war was over. It was day 13 after we got the news that my father got killed, when around seven or eight man where standing in our house, speaking russian.
They demanded food and money.
My mum tried her best to give them what they wanted, but I knew it was not everything they wanted. I got to know a lot of people in and around kamenka who experienced the same. They sent me outside and the last thing I saw for around 3 hours was my mum fake smiling at me, nodding at me, telling me that everything would be alright.
I heard her cry, I heard them laugh and giggle.
When they left, they winked at me, one after another. My mum could barely walk, but she pretended that everything is alright.
She was never the same.
I finished school when I was 15 years old. I had to work to earn some money since my mum was in a different kind of world. She never went outside again, she never opended the door for anyone again, she demanded that as soon it would get dark outside, we only should use candles to have some light. "We dont want to get any attention, Branka", she explained to me.
I worked in local stores, I worked in pubs, I worked at the harbour. I never actually learned a job.
I had a lot of friends and a lot of them had the same bad experience that I had. Many of them had to do the same thing as I had to do.
Taking care of the rest of my family... my mother.
I was twenty years old when the world seemed to change again... only a little bit different.
I saw the news, I saw the creatures.
My mum told me, that this was the russians, sending those creatures to kill everyone... that this was their plan all along.
"You will see", she said. "You will see what they are capable off ...but you are strong my girl".
She packed a bag for me, food, a knife, a warm jacket while I stood next to her, begging her to let me stay. I cried since I did not understand what she was about to do. Her eyes, looking crazy..., she yelled at me and demanded I go.
I got my bag and set my foot outside and with a loud bang she closed the door right infront of me.
"You will survive, Branka", she screamed through the closed door.
"You will survive if you stay away from all russians. Dont you ever trust them, my little girl", she yelled while crying... I could hear it.
I stayed two days around the house. Many people have been coming and going to the checkpoint which was built in Kamenka. It was impossible to flee with a vehicle.
On this night a massive storm broke loose and I tried once again to talk to my mother through the door. This time I got no answer.
I kicked in a window and climbed inside just to see my mum dead on her bed, next to her some pills.
I knew it was not her fault. I knew who to blame. It started the day we had those filthy russians in the house. I was not even mad at her. I kinda felt reliefed and at the same time I knew that from now on, I am on my own.
I stayed a night with her, packing up some things I thought I could use. I did not realise what exactly happened, but I knew I could not stay at home anymore the minute I saw the first creatures in Kamenka.
I moved into the woods. I hoped to find some friends but sadly I did not... until today.
steals to survive
hotheaded and angry
loves to dance
likes a drink or two
loves to laugh
is a good listener
On the search for...
her childhood friends
a place to settle
some sort of revenge