Born in 1989, Sweden in Gothenburg Andrew worked as an IT liaison within the cyberspace, mainly focusing on communities, collaboration and communication; always strives for a more active life, outside in the nature. He ditched his previous occupation and took a sabbath year traveling the country trying to live a more secluded yet 'open' life.
After managing to find a side-job at a Nature & reservation camp as a 'handy man' he quickly realized that he have found the missing bit in his life. However things quickly turned to worse after severing his relationship with his family still living the happy city life. Depression overcame, and a long time of medication use required to keep the mental state in check slowly turned to alternative ways to tranquilize his thoughts. The bottle took over, Andrew hit the road, trainspotting and eventually ended up within Chernarus, lost. Looting for whatever he can to survive.
He 'set sailed' towards the country, with no real destination in mind besides keeping himself on the move to keep his thoughts sedated by the constant influx of new environments. His journey soon however ended with flashes, explosions and firefights, something quite the opposite of what he was accustomed to comming from sweden. The train halted with the first explosion echoing over the countryside and the crew fleeing the scene speaking in an unknown language. Andrew, peeking out from his hiding spot within one of the carts, still a bit dizzy from the flask now empty manage to stumble out from his spot, intoxicated still not realizing that, those explosions is not a side effect of the alcohol.
He stumbles around leaving the site walking off into the forest close to the railroad line soon finding an abandoned farmers house. He took refuge there managing to feed himself by the farms appletrees and some left over canned goods.
He found it quite weird that the house was in a mess, yet abandoned with hints on people have had been living there for not so long ago. With his mind clouded he didn't realize that the mess left by the occupants happend not only an hour ago before he located the small farm house.
He sleept in, looting the surrounding area, and had a blast with the fermented potato liqour he managed to find. It ends up in a whole week of waking up to take to the botte, eating little to nothing. A week as mentioned passes, then two weeks. Before he manage to push himself to leave the comfort of his pillow, bottle and blanket.
Going outside for the first time since ever felt like years, yet a timespan of ten to fourteen days have passed since he left the train. He managed to find a paved road, knowing nothing about the country he keept following the road until he found his way to a small town. With the scenery in front of him. A completely empty town, and suddenly distant firearm discharges; something he managed to ignore while on the liqour,.. he knew something was very very wrong.
It's now been around 2 years ago since the first week of the outbreak. Andrew have managed to keep clear from the major cities, looting the countryside farms to stay alive. He, for some reason have been blessed with few infected encounters, however he know that there's currently 3 kinds of people. Those who are dead, those who are trying to 'eat' you. And those trying to take what's yours.
With little to no contact with any groups, or people due to him staying in the background, he is relativly healthy with no holes in him. However, as he now efter living secluded for quite some time finally begin his new journey towards the cities. He surely will have to try hard to stay whole.