Conor McKenna was born on the 8th of August 2002 in the town of Mullingar in Ireland. He was born to two loving parents; Nevin McKenna and Mary McKenna. Nevin was the current owner of a bar in Mullingar and spent most of his time at work while his wife Mary spent her time at home taking care of Conor. Conor spent a lot of his time studying, hanging out with his friends or playing Rugby. Life went by and it seemed like Conor barely knew his father who spent all his time working at the bar to make enough money for his family to get by. Conor was proud of his father, but was upset that he didn't know him that well.
Nevin couldn't stand the fact that he didn't get enough time with his son, so he planned a holiday that would give him and his son some time together. He had seen advertisements in the Travel Agent about a nice country to visit called "Chernarus". Without a second thought he booked the flight and lodging and announced it to his son! Soon they were off to Chernarus and began to tour the country. Both men enjoyed driving along the coast and so that's what they did for a majority of the trip, until they found themselves in a region known as "South Zagoria". Driving into this region was a mistake, as they heard a lot about political tension in the regions and would constantly hear about dangerous situations happening nearby. Nevin and his son refused to stop going though, they wanted to reach the tip of Chernarus before making their way south again towards the airport that would take them home. After passing a city known as Berezino one early morning, they noticed smoke coming from buildings and people running in panic. Nevin slowed the vehicle he was driving while watching what was going on nearby, just dumbfounded by what he was witnessing. "Look over there," Conor said as Nevin turned his head to look at his son. He witnessed a man, scratched up badly and covered in blood, wrestling another man to the floor and biting him viciously, ripping flesh off his face with ease. "Jesus Christ," said Nevin, "Don't fuckin' look at that son!". While driving Nevin seen a sign for an airport and began to follow the trail. Coming up to the airport it looked privately owned but there was not one plane on the runway. Stopping the car, Nevin took a close look at the runway in front of him and noticed a huge horde of people standing around the main building of the airport. "Do you think they're looking for a flight like us, Da?". Nevin looked at his boy, "No son... Those people are looking for something else...", he replied as he pointed out the blood stains, scratches and mortal fatal the people in the crowd had. Putting the car back into drive, Nevin began to turn around and drive away from the airport. "Do you think we're going to be able to get home, Da?". Nevin just kept driving with a look of terror in his eyes, "I don't know son... I don't know."