The boat had crashed on the shoreline after drifting for many days. The passengers on board were either dead or starving. There was on among them that had kept herself nourished and was perfectly healthy to start her journey. She had done what she needed to survive and she didn't even know what she was walking into. Her name wasn't of importance, she was an unknown like many others here. Her first steps were calm she saw the town of Berezino the half built structure looming off in the distance. She began approaching it at a brisk walk. The town seemed oddly empty from a distance but as she approached she could see some figures roaming the street. It seemed like she could get help for the boat after all, maybe all her greed would pay off and karma wouldn't back stab her after all. The closer she got to the town the more the soured smell got stronger. There were ruined cars along the shoreline, she began to suspect things were different than they seemed. She entered the town, the smell was overwhelming. The person before her had leathery skin on the back of their neck as if they had been sun baked. Considering the signs were all in Russian she didn't expect this person to speak any of her language it was still worth a try. "Excuse me miss," her Yorkshire accent was rather strong. She had expected this person to simply reply with a questionable look on their face instead they turned around. The upper lip was missing, the teeth were nearly black, her eyes were glossy and dead. The growl she let out was inhuman. Welcome to Cherno. She ran as fast as she could deeper into the city, "HELP! HELP!" Stirring the dead drawing attention to herself. In came the swarm and out of Berezino she went into the countryside and into the forest. Her first night was spent cold and hungry up in a deer stand. By morning she couldn't hear the growls anymore, she had lost her way though the boat would have to find its own help. She climbed down the ladder and began walking in the opposite direction of the sun. The day went by and still she hungered. By noon she was in Dubrovka. A lot of the same occurred, she avoided these monsters and ducked into houses gathering supplies. By the night she had plenty of food and water and was taking refuge in a barn before sleeping. She awoke the following morning and gathered her supplies and began walking north. Krasnostav seemed like a hell of a walk she had the food and supplies ready to handle the inner city. She had an ax, an empty pistol and a large pack with all of her supplies. She imagined the pistol might deter people from attacking her out right and the ax could be used to kill the monsters. When she entered the city she was instantly stuck in the middle of a fire fight between two groups. She watched from a window as the two groups murdered each other with the survivors high tailing it. It felt wrong but she began taking the gear of the dead people even gathering one of their assault rifles and their clips. She ventured through Krasnostav not running into any other live person and found the airstrip there. It seemed risky but she assumed the military barracks might have ammo or other weapons to protect herself, after watching those savages shoot each other apart it seemed like the best idea. It didn't take her long to clear the field and bypass the gate and begin looting parts of the base getting several clips for her rifle and other pieces of gear that would ensure her survival in a firefight over getting chewed on. The air control tower looked like a good bet to find a radio it was a risky idea but she attempted to get in anyways. She climbed the lower level stairs finding empty clips of ammo and cans of food. She turned to climb the final stairs to the top level when a gun poked down aiming at her, an Australian accent answered her. "There is nothing up here for you, come up here and I'll blow your feckin head off." "That's fair, I don't want any problems," she responded. "Good mate, get the fuck then I don't want to kill you so piss off." Taking the grace of this stranger she quickly left and headed straight for the building directly next to it to look for more supplies. While in the building she heard yelling and gunfire. The silence that followed and then footsteps downstairs. Her breathing slowed and she aimed at the door. The foot steps grew louder and louder. "Hey mate, you in here? You got bandages?" It was the Australian man, she lowered her weapon briefly but then quickly raised it again. "Drop your gun on the ground and any other weapon on you and come in I'll bandage you." He complied dropping his rifle in vision of her and dropped his bat then walked in with his back to her. She tossed bandages to the floor and stepped into the corner carefully watching him as he bandaged himself quietly, a bullet looked like it had grazed his side and his shirt was damp with blood. He looked back at her and raised his hand then pulled out a yellow case from his bag and dropped it on the ground, "Thanks mate, look there's some food in the case I don't need it anymore." "Thank you, please leave," she kept her rifle aimed on him until he was out of the room and she heard his footsteps go down the stairs. Closing the door she opened the case seeing stacks of food in the case then closed it and put it in her bag. After waiting for several minutes she decided it was time to leave. She headed back into Krasnostav where she heard several guns fire and decided to sneak up on the position. Unfortunately the man she had encountered before had been gunned down but not before he killed two others. The last one moved in on his body and she got into position. She aimed her rifle at the man, "Sorry mate," she said loud enough for the man to look up at her before pulling the trigger. That night was a very comfortable night. She had more supplies than she could carry and spent the night sleeping under a bed but it was quiet. Her journey would continue soon enough, but it was time for a break...
