Alfred Hansen was part of a civilian rescue team - a helicopter crew that would stick out their necks for all civilians in need during the darkest hours of the outbreak. He was initially found by the rescue team at a large camp by the border of Finland and managed to hitch a ride out as things inside turned sour. Alfred decided to stay with the team to take part of something greater; and along the ride he got to achieve and expand his medical expertise, though only marginally. The helicopter crew eventually stopped giving out assistance for free, and soon got into trading. Together with his new team, he'd fly from camp to camp, making new deals, exchanges and alliances between small groups of like-minded survivors. Unfortunately for him, all deals were not fair. A helicopter would only fit so many people, and as they were cutting short on staff, Alfred drew the shortest straw. The rescue team needed useful people, and he was far from it.
Despite medical assistance being in his best interest, he was nowhere near enough qualified to be as practical as the others in the team. The crew decided to make one last stop near a mountain before flying toward a rescue mission on the south-west coast of South Zagoria. Once they had landed, Alfred was greeted with the bad news. Two hours later, left with a bag full of food, spare medical supplies and given the location of a nearby UN camp, he'd been let go by the team. Abandoned. Alfred understood why they had to cut down on people, and decided that from this day forward he would never be useless again. As he was standing on the mountain top with the heavy bag around his back he'd look out over the forests and the sea. The brawling noise from the helicopter could still be heard flying along the coast, echoing far away. He'd suddenly notice a large cloud of smoke emerging beyond the distant trees. Perhaps here he could find himself useful.