The Visitant

Name: The Visitant

Born: August 17, 2000

Age: 22

Bio: The Visitant grew up in a home with a father who was in the marines. He grew up day in and day out spending all his time as a child learning everything about guns. From different bullets, to the ins and outs of rifles, to adjusting for wind and humidity, to tearing down rifles with his eyes closed. He never went to regular school and the day his father could send him off to the military he went. Years of grunt work and moving his way through the ranks. Before the virus had spread he was assigned an undercover agency that operated outside of the regular government. They were beaten and broken until they were reprogrammed and brainwashed into being human machines that follow orders and strictly orders. These men were stripped of their birth names and washed of their old memories and given code names so they could never be traced to who they ever were before. The Visitant was H.A.L.O. dropped some time before the virus had reached its devestating conclusion to the North East side of chernarus to begin his mission. Laying wait for the perfect time to reveal himself he found an opportunity.

## The Visitant's Journal

*inside a black leather book with silver corners and a slight grey stitching*

I don’t know what fucking day it is. I was sent here by the agency to come with a classified mission. I spent my entire life being a slave to the government and doing what my “boss” tells me. To be honest that poor old piece of shit is lucky I was H.A.L.O. dropped into this fucking place at night and wasn’t given a location. Almost seems like they sent me here to get rid of me. I dont fucking know anymore. It took me awhile to find a book and a pen to be able to get my thoughts down. I was sent on an assassination mission and on my way to hunt the man down I ran into some men who called themselves the wind. Their attire and attitude sparked interest in my soul. So much of my life was spent killing people I’ve never met. So I dawned a black arm band and joined these ghost like men. But things can only go smoothly for so long. So much bullshit has happened. Day after day. Week after week of being attacked unprovoked. Those fucking dogs were a lot more trouble than we had thought and to be honest should have wiped them before they grew as big as they fucking did but every choice has an outcome. Good or bad.

I tried to help a man who shot me after I healed his broken leg. And a few days later they came back to blow open our doors. Damn ghillie in the woods. I sniped him hard enough to watch him fall over when a sharp pain in my side and the sound of an ak to my right went off until I saw black. I spent most of the rest of that day hiding in a corner hoping to god they didn’t start coming in. I spent some time healing my wounds and they were back the next day. I’m the pitch black I heard them approach and start talking of taking down our walls. I went to peak one and my head almost froze and the next thing I knew I was blacked out again. Another night of sitting in a corner with these men on the other side coming in. I heard the sound of Hunters vsd and one of the bodies outside the wall drops. After awhile of talking they ran off into the woods not to be seen again.

Shortly after I was givin the job of keeping the bar at the pub. I’ve spent a lot of nights staring into the night sky not sleeping. But this group of people makes me feel at home again. I’ve been cleaning and sweeping. Doing things for others around the bar. It was a long night last night. My ears are still ringing from all the explosions and gunshots. I think I completed my mission. But how the hell am I supposed to know when those mother fuckers just left me here. No meeting spot. No radio to contact the agency. I’m sure they won’t notice if I go missing. I like tending this bar. I finally get some sleep at night.

It seems as though a fucking alien invasion is on its way. With only a week to find some sort of shelter or hope the militaries can join together to make a safe area for us to survive in who knows if we will fucking make it. I spent the past two days just running around the woods looking for anything that looks like a bunker or anything of that sort and none of us have found anything. With the old general keeping his pub passes and nothing has came from the militaries except the same old bickering you could wonder if none of us are going to make it.

Our leader found it. Igor and Rex found the fucking bunker. We are going to live past this fucking alien invasion. Shortly after we found it we decided to lock up the bunker. The reds and the blues have done nothing but bicker and bitch at each other for days now knowing that the safety of everyone lie in their hands yet they choose to shoot each other instead of save innocents. We have locked up the bunker as guardians of the forest. We are the wind. We own these trees. This is our home. This is our bunker. We plan on letting innocent people take refuge and safety in our bunker and hold out until after the war is over.

We heard over the radio something about the blues holding down their home in Severograd which granted them the Reds half of the device to create a shield somewhere to protect against the aliens. The blues and the greens have done nothing but walk hand in hand. The sins have been backing the greens since day one. With our hopes of locking down the bunker and only letting those who deserve to survive in and keeping out the men and women plaguing this earth, now we must worry that if the blues do make this safe zone that we may in fact have to deal with these fuckers for longer than we expected. At least the Leshy live on and we are going to make it. I'm just worried about what is going to happen after the war and we all come out of our hiding spots.

Now that the chaos winds have stopped we have announced that we hold the key to the bunker and have been meeting people in the Siny pub to transport people to safety. I'm not sure whats going to happen in the next few days. But i went back to HQ and BM to gather some more things and help transport survival materials to the bunker i have been finding all kinds of pictures and video clips laying all around. Its been a fun time and alot of these pictures look joyful, not all but alot.