Jonny left school at a young age and joined the British Army after a good childhood around his remote family home in Donegal, Ireland. He traveled the world, from Scotland to Takistan, Afghanistan to Canada, he toured it all. He was honourably discharged in 2013. Only rumours are known of the circumstances of why. All that's known is that there was a death with an inconclusive investigation that led to him having little other choice. He took the discharge hard, they could have shot him for all he cared. The army and the life that came with it was everything to him. He turned to alcohol.
During his time in Afghanistan he met a man who would become one of his better friends and was the leader of the next phase of his life. A war photographer from the same place as Jonny. Eamon O'Leary. He was intrigued by Eamons stories, he'd been everywhere and seen almost everything. He lived a difficult life for little pay, but so did Jonny. The men became friends very quickly and soon after leaving the army, Jonny found himself convinced to join Eamon on his next journey.
Eamon always had a knack for seeing conflict before the countries he was in even knew it. It was the 1st of May 2017 and only 2 days after the pair landed in Takistan, martial law was declared in a region of Chernaurus bordering Russia. Eamon joked that it was the russian border regions that kept his profession relevant. They landed in Takistan and made their way north, first to Novigrad, where they seen protests, and then further north to the heart of the conflict.
Having beaten the world media, they arrived in Chernogorsk as some of the first western faces. In fact, it took a long time for the worlds eyes to be drawn to the developing situation in Chernaurus. The men situated tehmselves in Chernogorsk, Eamon would routinely travel north, to Severograd and the like, sometimes with Jonny, sometimes without. Over the next month he became well accustomed to the area.
In early July the area began to heat up to boiling point. They were there on the 10th when the conflict broke out. This was the last time Jonny made the journey north. He returned to their hotel in Chernogorsk while Eamon continued. It was the start of the 11th when he noticed the infected coming from the north began to turn. Eamon was still in the north as the CDF retreated from the rural areas. Eamon had not returned, the army had retreated, hospitals looked more like morgues and with a flood of refugees coming to Chernogorsk...it was time to leave. The only issue being that presumably one of the refugees had stolen his car, he would have done the same so he didn't judge. Over the next week he laid low until the frontline came to the city proper.
The borders were closed and Jonny was alone. He opted to move for the countryside. He had seen the movies. Nothing good came from being in a population hub during a viral outbreak. Why was he not infected? What happened to Eamon? These were questions he did not have answers to. What he knew was that he must survive until relief arrived or travel to Takistan or Utes to escape the infected area. He had just about situated himself in a house by the time a massive storm hit the area. He would wait this storm out, then continue to take out his unwilting anger on the undead, try to find answers to his questions and, of course, try deperately to feed his aloholism.