The young man laid under a vehicle with tools in his hands as he bobbed his head to the sound of "More Human Than Human" in the auto shop. His grease covered jumpsuit had seen better days but business was booming and he was living the dream. The cold wilds of Alaska his home and undisturbed isolation was what kept him happy. He couldn't ask for a better life. Isn't that how it all starts though? Things going just right, right before shit hits the fan. Life was just about to him one big middle finger.
When the infection hit, news spread fast. Jack's father was a bush pilot and they decided to get the hell out of dodge as soon as they could. A poorly timed polar vortex caused them to go far off course. Landing somewhere in Russia after crossing the bering strait, they barely touched down with fuel left. Moving east was the goal, they had plans. Jack's knowledge of vehicles allowed them to make ground fast. As they reached the Black Mountains they got separated after being jumped. Jack carries on, presuming his father dead.