Jason was on vacation when the infection started to spread. All flights in and out were cancelled. All telecommunications/internet/television was shutdown. Jason had nowhere to go. He tried hitching rides out of the country but was always turned back at the borders by men carrying significant weapons. As his money dwindled, food and water becoming scarce, Jason new that he needed to do something to survive. Ransacking some shutdown stores for food, water and medicine. He did everything he could do, but the infection then moved into where he was hiding out. Watching dead people walk again, he didn't feel like he was awake anymore. He had finally stepped into one of his nightmares. He knew he had to make a run for it, or become one of them. He waited until he saw a break in the un-dead and ran for the forest. He ran until he saw nothing but the large trees covering the sky. Lucky for him, his mother sent him off to the army scouts when he was young. He learned how to live off the land and survive. He never likes to stay in one place for very long. He's seen others. He's seen what some of them have done to each other. He hides in the shadows and observes. He always had issues with trusting others. He continues to this day to find a way out, but the infected hasn't dwindled one bit.