Jenny was born in Hackensack, NJ on September 2, 1994. Her mom was a stay at home mom and her dad was in the military. Jenny’s home life was pretty normal, aside from her dad being deployed for nine months or so at a time. She went to public school and had a small but close circle of friends. When she was 12, the family moved to Florida so her dad could take a training position. They stayed there for three years, and then her dad was transferred again, this time to Ohio. Jenny graduated from high school in Ohio, and decided to attend a small liberal arts college in New Jersey. She had dreams of being an art historian and either working in a museum, or traveling the world helping to preserve historic and cultural sites.
Jenny graduated from college with a double major in history and art history. She started graduate school in the fall of 2015 for an advanced degree in historic preservation. For her final semester of grad school, Jenny was accepted to a field program that would be traveling to Chernarus to work at some cultural sites that were damaged during the civil war. Jenny and about forty other students arrived in Chernarus in late January 2017. She remembered vividly stepping off the plane in Novigrad and how excited she was to finally work in her chosen field! The students were met by the professors and other professionals with the expedition, and they headed out northeast to the region of South Zagoria.
In the relative safety of the expeditions camp, Jenny didn’t notice anything strange going on. She and her fellow students, one man in particular, were absorbed in the work they were doing. Jenny couldn’t keep her eyes off James. They were always together. Eating together, working together. Talking together. Suddenly in April, they were told things were getting dangerous in the region and they would be leaving sooner than their expected departure time in mid July. The adults all walked around looking worried. No one was allowed to leave the expedition camp. Finally in early May, two buses pulled into the camp and everyone piled onto them with as much as they could carry. They were going to another site in the southwest of the country to finish out the semester. After what seemed like forever, the group finally arrived at an isolated farmstead where they would be living for the next two months. They started work excavating a ruined 14th century castle and its outbuildings. Jenny was so absorbed in her work, and in James, that she didn’t notice the tension that lined the faces of the people in charge. The month of June passed relatively peacefully, for Jenny at least. The group had a small party on July 4th celebrating American Independence Day, and the fact that they would be going home in two weeks. But then, the world fell apart.
The next few months were a blur for Jenny. The people in charge of the expedition initially kept everyone in camp waiting to see if things would blow over. But they only got worse. FInally, inevitably, their camp was attacked by infected. Jenny and James ran together, as far away as they could get. And that’s what they’ve been doing for the last two years. Running. Staying alive. Staying together. While James was good at taking care of them and keeping them alive, he was not at all the person Jenny thought he was. He was violent and controlling.. Jenny was almost more scared of him than the infected. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could go on like this. Something would have to give. And soon.