Quinto 'Q' Del Valle was born in Manila and grew up as an orphan. He was passed from home to home and often wandered the streets and stole with the other homeless, or orphaned, children. After years of foster families not working out for him, Quinto gave up. He had no faith that he would ever have anyone to call family and started to up his crime rate. He often found himself being punished by shop owners and spending nights in jail only to be sent back to the children's home he wanted so badly to get away from. When he was 13 he stumbled across two foreigners teaching some kids he knew in the streets. They were foreigners who he hadn't seen before. Quinto sat down and listened to the lesson this man and woman gave and was shocked that anyone would help these kids. Each day he came back and they were teaching the children on the street. Eventually, he got over himself and worked up the courage to talk to them. Over the years Qunito and the two teachers grew to work together. Quinto would lead them to the children and they would do what they could to educate the kids, often bringing supplies with them. Quinto even got the teachers to teach at his children's home. Throughout this time the three grew very close and Quinto learned much about them. They were a couple who worked for a company called UNICEF for 8 years. They had come to the Philippines to teach and after their classes at the school had finished they went into the streets to help where they could. On Q's 15th birthday the couple had a gift for him. They handed him an envelope and inside was the papers for his adoption, he finally had a family. The couple had decided to adopt Q and take him back to their home in Vysotovo where they would take up teaching at the school there. The new family flew to Balota, but on the flight over disaster struck, and the infection began. Q woke up to groaning noises. The plane had crashed and the last thing he heard was the screaming of other passengers and the look of fear that his new parents had. He tried to get out of his seat, but the seat was stuck. He struggled with the straps but eventually wiggled out. He stood up and looked around. The building behind his was destroyed and so was the plane. People were screaming in the streets and he could hear the groaning near him turn to loud growling. He looked to his left to see his foster parents rushing towards him. At first, he was happy they had survived and he fell to his knees as he was quite injured, but he soon realized the things coming at him were not his parents. His foster parents had been infected and he could not stand the sight of them. He ran and never looked back.