Kyle Edwards was born in the back of a jail cell in the Montgomery County Public Safety Facility in Upstate New York, on a very cold and snowy October evening. His mother had been brought in because she had tried to rob the local liquor store whilst pregnant with him. This wouldn't be the last time Kyle would find himself in a jail cell. He would be in out and of juvenile detention all throughout his childhood. Typically for beating up the local greaseball kids he didn't like, or breaking into cars and attempting to take them on joy rides, despite the fact he could never reach the breaks in time and stop before running into something. Kyle never finished High School because he knew "street smarts" were more important. Believing this dumb ass lie, he'd find himself out of juvenile detention centers and into actual prisons once he reached the age of 18. After attempting to make his own drugs in his "lab", working in a semi-successful partnership of stealing cars for a chop shop, and accidentally killing an old man by backing over him in one of the stolen cars then fleeing the crime scene, Kyle wound up back in prison for what would thankfully be his final time, although he didn't know that yet. He heard rumors constantly about some flesh eating "zombie" virus spreading around in some no-name Eastern European country called "Chernarus". There were more rumors that it had started to spread to the United States as well.
Well one night, Kyle would wake up to alarms blaring, horrible screams, and his cell door wide open. He stepped outside to see the other prisoners all running in what he thought at the time was some half-baked breakout attempt. But he shortly realized soon that something was wrong. Down hall after hall they weren't meant with any opposition. No guards at all, and quite a bit of blood all spattered in the direction of the main exit. Over 100 men all dressed in orange rushed out of the prison into a town that was already in chaos. Police sirens blaring off in the distance, nasty disfigured people walking and running all about, and even attacking some of the other prisoners. It would have been obvious to anyone, the infection had spread to the United States. Running for his life through parking lots and backyards, he would grab clothes off of laundry lines and attempt to disguise the fact that he was an escaped convict. Through all the chaos, Kyle managed to make his way down to the dry docks and stow away on a cargo ship by hiding inside an unlocked shipping container. There wasn't any point in staying here if there were "zombies" running around eating people, and even if that blew over he'd still be a wanted man. Where ever this ship was headed was going to be his place to live out his new life. Unfortunately enough, he'd boarded a ship for a Humanitarian Aide mission destined for the very country that the infection had started in, Chernarus. A country that had been turned into a lawless hellscape was perfect for an escaped convict to forge out a new life, and Kyle couldn't be happier that the end of the world had come at just the right time.