At the point where Chernarus was starting to flourish me and my family decided to move to Balota. I started my new job at the docks and life was good. My family was happy, my wife Mary and my son Jim were happy. We lived in a small cozy townhouse. Then it happened, the outbreak. There was a mass panic as our neighbours started to wildly attack each other, we didn't know what was happening. Mary tried to help our elderly neighbor charles from an attacker, when the crazed man bit her. She became very sick in the next days.... and she turned. I was the one who had to end her. Jim and I were alone. We took shelter in the house, boarding the windows and blocking the doorway. Our supplies dwindling. Jim was reliant on his inhaler as he had very bad asthma. I had to make runs to the pharmacy to get his inhalers, a dangerous trek. One night when I was out on a run I heard a scream close to our house. I hurried back to find a man holding a gun to Jims head. He had took my son hostage. He then backed away into a car holding the gun to his head. they took off down the road. It is my mission to find Jim no matter the cost.