Blake Johnson was born in Portland Oregon in 1980. His early life was based around his fathers job, his father worked as a photographer. Because of his fathers profession Blake had to move around a lot. This was something that influenced him quite a lot. He had to adapt to new surroundings and people. Because of this, he became extremely good at making new friends and he had a pretty easy time "fitting in".
Blake did pretty well in school and managed to get decent grades. He did not feel like procuring a fancy education so he decided to sign up for the military. He did pretty well, he knew how to follow orders but that was about it...when it came to combat training he would often stand out as one of the worst in his class. This did not bother him though because he was still doing something he considered to be worth it. His career in the military soon came to an end. During a practice he fell down from a building and broke his left leg 6 places...this made it impossible for him to proceed with his training.
This was extremely hard for him to cope with...He did not feel like he would fit in any other place but the military. While in the hospital he got a visit from his father, they disgussed job possibilities together but it soon became clear to Blake's father that it was going to be a hard task finding something that he would love. Amongst all the "Shitty suggestions" that his father had come up with there was one job that Blake found interresting and would later proceed...that being "War Photojournalist" He knew a lot about journalism and photography because of his dad's professsion, it was also a good way for him to be doing a difference...something that he had seeked in the military.
After his time in the hospital he decided to give the career a go. It was a long process and hard work but in the end he managed to get the job. He started off learing the basics about journalism and photographing. In 2003 many of his colleagues went to Irak to cover the new conflict, he was not chosen and had to stay home. He was fine with this, he was shitting himself thinking about entering the middle east anyways.
However, he would get his chance soon enough, some years later he was send to Chernarus to cover the outbreaks currently happening. He went down there with a team of six. They were met by many locals who did not appriciate them being there. As the outbreaks became even worse Blake decided that enough was enough and that he should travel home. Unfortunately it became clear that traveling home was not an option.
As the situation became even worse Blake knew that he couldn't rely on anyone but himself. He was good at making friends and being someone else. This would go on to be an important trait in this "New world"