Evelyne grew up living a very un-grounded life. Her family was split between Canada and France, so she would spend a year in each country before moving back to the other. It wasn't a bad life, though she was often more connected with nature than people as she was constantly pulled out of her friends' lives time and again. She didn't grow up without friends, and making sure she went to their schools helped her keep a social life no matter where she was in the world. She missed many important events in their lives, and eventually grew detached from them as she left high-school. Starting a medical course in Europe, Evelyne managed to find stability in her life, though she spent her free-time in solitude when she wasn't at school or working part-time at a cafe. Shortly into her course, she started seeing the news spreading about the infection plaguing the more eastern countries. Figuring it would boost her grades and chances of getting a better job, she joined a relief effort and headed towards the afflicted countries. At first things seemed relatively standard with chaos and refugees. People needing food, water, medicine were standard and what she expected. Though as she progressed deeper into the plagued areas, passing blockade after blockade as they were escorted by weaponized vehicles, she started to get worried. Shortly, she was suturing bite wounds and bullet holes, being made to wear a hazmat suit as she and the others she was with worked. She wasn't meant to do any hands on medical treatment, but there were so many injured people that they made her work anyways. A week and a half went by, treat the injured, tend to the sick, watch them be sent off in trucks, repeat. It was grueling and droning work, watching all these poor suffering people, though she felt good that she was able to help them so they could make it to a hospital. Then the inevitable started happening. Gunfire was the first sign something was wrong. It was deafening, constant, as though she was in the middle of a war. Stepping out of the tent with a few others, Evie saw what was happening. Like witnessing a colony of ants pouring out of their home, black dots came sprinting down the hillside. They were people, hundreds of unarmed people running towards the camp while the military opened fire on them as though they were exterminating vermin. She understood the basics of what the infection did, but the risk and the scale of the situation didn't hit her until just now. Everyone was evacuating, people were constantly barking orders to maintain order in the situation. She filed along with her group, gazing back as she watched the encroaching horde. Half a minute later they were in the back of the military transport truck, waiting for other vehicles to move. A series of high-pitched screams pierced through the gunfire, forcing Evie's gaze away from the mass of infected people, only to see more of them. Sparse, but already in the camp, the gunfire having drawn them from the surrounding area. Panic finally set in, not just in Evelyne, but everyone else as the evacuation crumbled into chaos. People hopping on full trucks, the vehicles ramming eachother out of the way to get onto the road out. Her vehicle lurched into gear, and she almost fell out of her seat. The driver accelerated hard, ramming through one of the medical tents and off into the woods, trying to off-road past the congestion and onto the road. Though it was slow going, the vehicle trying to worm it's way through the trees as infected people started to close in on them. Evelyne held her breath, as they slowly navigated to the road, so close to the infected that they were reaching out and trying to grab onto the side of the truck. Though after a few long and adrenaline pumping moments, they made it to the road. The driver turned left, going the wrong way. People were shouting at him though as Evie looked back, she saw a wreckage blocking the road and people crawling all over it. They had to find another road out or risk ending up like those people. Hours went by, the low roar of the engine was all that could be heard. No one spoke, everyone just kept looking around or down at their feet. The infected people were long gone, maybe still following them, but unable to keep up with the truck's speed. They moved steadily, turning down any road that seemed to maybe loop back out of the country, but most of them were homes or dead ends. They pressed on eventually saw signs for Chernarus, the opposite of where they wanted to go. They came up to an abandoned gas station, the truck stopping to refuel. Evie got out with most of the others, taking time to stretch and look at the beautiful nature around them. At least, it was beautiful on the surface, hiding in the brush potentially more infected. A scream from within the gas station sent a chill down her spine. More infected people had been drawn to the noise of the truck, as bodies quickly shambled out of the forest. The other members of her group started getting swarmed, disappearing in a pile of bodies. Evelyne backed away slowly, watching in horror as one after another everyone was being eaten. The driver scrambled into the truck and it took off, a few people in it's back, some injured from the sudden attack. Most of the infected people started chasing after it, though a couple remained over the corpses. Evelyne kept backing away as quietly as she could, until she was concealed in the woods, then she ran, ripping off the helmet to her hazmat suit so she could breathe as she went. Eventually in her panicked sprint, she crossed the border into Chernarus.