Florida born and raised, J.B. did a 6-year stint in the Army Reserves where he was part of an aviation maintenance unit while simultaneously holding a day job working as a general handyman at a park. Maintenance didn't satisfy his lust for flight though so, following a medical discharge from a training-related shoulder injury, he decided to put his military benefits to a slightly unorthodox use via private flight school.
When his father—an accomplished cardiologist in Tampa—passed away from an ironic heart attack, J.B. took his inheritance and did what any grieving adult nearing 30 would do: he bought a small plane and decided to fly around the world. He had never left the U.S. so this was to be his life's work. In a terrible situation of wrong-place-wrong-time (coupled with a lack of awareness of the current situation), J.B. decided to make a layover in Chernarus to refuel. That was when he encountered the storm. Unable to find a heading or discern his location and too suddenly caught up in the storm to turn around, J.B. ended up going down somewhere off the coast of Skalisty. He made it to shore and sheltered as best he could and that is where he found out about what was happening first-hand as the first person he met, an old fisherman named Maxim who was unable or unwilling to leave told him the basics. J.B. stayed with Max for a few days before some of the infected found them and Max was attacked while he was out. Max made it back to J.B. who was laying low at Max's house but he ended up bringing the two infected with him. He demanded that J.B. find a way to make it to the mainland and to try to find other survivors before taking his pistol and facing the infected. Three gunshots later and J.B. was alone again and so he took Maxim's advice, fixed up a boat, and paddled ashore. |
That's where the real story begins.