• Year 2033 I stepped upon Russia in a city called Moscow. The filters I have supplied are running low, can't doubt it. I have been walking for miles, traveling usually during the day, and burying myself at night so "they" can't find me. My name is Chesty, last names aren't important now a days so I'll keep that a secret. I know, not much of a name but its something. I was born Germany, before this nuclear bull s**t happened. I am 25 years old, about 5"9, not much to talk about.
    I carry an old nickle plated Colt M1911 .45 Cal., trench knife with a knuckle buster, and a makeshift shot gun that I designed myself to be like a Revolver... well the magazine anyways. Half a mag left in my Colt with 3 extra magazines in my pack, only ten shots left including the ones already inside the shotgun. Of course you can never be too safe, I carry another Colt M1911 but its a different year. I have combat experience from the Marine corps and the Green Beret.
    I'm not much of a rifle person so I specialized in sidearms and close combat. My favorite sidearm is the M1911 and my weapon of choice is the Glock 17c. I love close combat and come to rely on it more because I usually encounter people with knives, pipes, anything you can think of... My reaction time is the best compared to the squad I'm in, but there's always someone that will better you. Don't mess with me if I have any weapon that I specialize in or you are going to get screwed over sideways.
    I was in the Marine Corps for about 4 years, then I wanted to compare theirs to the Green Beret. To me they are both similar to one another. But one of the things different is that the Green Beret taught me how to make a makeshift sniper rifle. I'm off in the wasteland because I'm in search for Bravo company of the Green Beret. They were reported missing a few weeks ago within Moscow, but location is unknown. I checked with the people and asked them if they ever seen them, they gave me multiple locations on where they were last seen and so by those locals.
    I have searched for a year now trying to find Bravo Company but I had no luck so far. I searched in a place where everyone tends to avoid except for the fake brave and so, that place is called "Dead mans Wonderland." At the entrance I find a helmet tattered, scratched, dented, and has a battered letter, kinda dented in together. I picked up the helmet and punched out the dents and straitened out the letter that made a "B".
    I had an idea on where they went and what happened to them, but that didn't stop me from going in and find them. I was curious really, wondering why they called this place Dead mans Wonderland. At the entrance, there were blood stains on the ground and on the wall, it also had a small stench of rotting flesh, but I ventured into the place. I found Bravos flag on the floor so I changed my radios frequency to Bravos and called out for any survivors.
    I got a response from them, well more of a scream for help. I asked for his location and tried to make my way quietly to his location. On my way there I bumped into a group of... things... these creatures... they had hook like blades for hands, their eyes had a slit, on their bodies were runes, and to top it off they were covered in fresh blood. I see why they call this Dead mans Wonderland... the smell of rotting flesh filled the air and got stronger and plus we got... these things.