I am keeping this journal so that I can understand and try to remember the things around me and that came before me.
To be honest, I don't really remember much at all. A truck. I remember a truck and I was in the back, I just hurt all over. Then, nothing. I don't get it. Something happened and now I can't remember anything past that point.
There's this fat man with a ridiculous mustache, calls himself Sidorovich. He says that he saved me. I feel as though I am in his debt.
I have a PDA. I think it's my PDA. The only message it had in it was to kill a man named Strelok. I looked at the picture of the man that the PDA provided, but I am not sure if I knew him then or know him now. I just don't know.
Where am I supposed to even be going?
Sidorovich calls me the Marked One. I have a strange tattoo on my arm; that's where the name comes from. For now, this is my name. I don't even know who I am.
The fat man has offered to help me if I help him.
The first thing he has told me to do is to find a man called Nimble. I need to find him dead or alive. He has a flash drive that Sidorovich wants.
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