Frank was born in 1994 in Hungary. After his family moving to the UK during his early years, frank joined the military.
Two years after joining the British Army, the infection reached Britain too. Frank was sent down with his battalion to London to set up a quarantine and evacuate, but the government was too slow to react. By the time they arrived, they could see the flames from the burning city from miles away, as chaos ensued in the city. After a brief discussion, the officers decided that continuing the evacuation should still take top priority.
This proved to be the fall of the second battalion of the Royal Anglian Regiment.
As his unit fell into disarray from the overwhelming number of infected, Frank and a couple soldiers got separated, and only just barely made it out of the city. After a brief talk and a couple of hours of trying to contact anyone, the soldiers who made it out decided to head back towards their families before its too late. They soon realized that the infection spread quite rapidly, sending the whole country into chaos, Frank soon parted ways with them, searching for his parents, and his little sister, Anna. Their house, rummaged through and the neighborhood burnt to the ground, Frank failed to find anyone, but the dead and looters. This continued on for two weeks until he gave up. His family couldn't have made it out here for this long. They must have become infected too. Frank set out on a journey for the following months, but he failed to find a sense of order anywhere. Local warlords ruling over a small group of survivors, military remnants going rogue, bandits and looters, it was always the same everywhere he traveled. His journey took him through eastern Europe, Turkey, and he ended up in Chernarus. With his car broken down and short on supplies, Frank is now forced to make ends meet in the country.
Will Frank prevail, or his previous journey will amount to nothing?