Alex Gordon was a relatively unassuming looking man, in his early 30's, brought up and living in Manchester, England. He has short but unkempt hair and a fairly large beard. Before the outbreak Alex worked as a member of the cabin crew for a small airline company operating flights in and around Europe, he enjoyed the work for the most part but hoped one day he could settle down in one place. He would get this wish sooner than he hoped for, however.
During the beginning of the outbreak, the plane Alex had been working on was forced to stop in Sevastopol, to refuel and resupply overnight after planning on landing in Takistan. The heightened tensions due to the situation in Chernarus were the main reasons given for the diversion. The crew had to find somewhere to spend the night, which proved difficult. A hotel in the middle of the city ended up being the only option, far from the airport. They were all well aware of the issues going on in Chernarus, mainly due to the flights they made to the country being cancelled, thoughts of the issues spreading elsewhere were largely unthought of.
The night passed, and Alex arose early the next morning. The bed was nothing like what he was used to, feeling more like hard wooden planks than an actual mattress. He reached for the remote to turn on the big old fashioned television in the corner of the room, not sure what to expect to find showing at that time of the morning. It ended up turning on to a news channel, and whilst it was speaking Russian, Alex soon realised that they were filming at the airport he had flown into the previous night. He could see Russian troops in the background seemingly blocking the entrance to the airport. Worried, he quickly packed the few belongings he had and went down to the lobby, hoping to see his other crew-mates already down there. There was no sign of them however, and Alex decided not to wait around, he quickly left the hotel and managed to grab a taxi to the airport.
Roughly an hour and a half had passed by the time the taxi arrived at the airport, and the situation seemed to have only gotten worse. Many others had arrived at the airport likely looking for the passengers who had been kept inside by the Russian forces. It was near impossible to get anywhere close to the entrance of the airport now, and the troops seemed to be getting more agitated and defensive as time went on. Alex decided his best bet would be to try and find a service entrance to the airport to try and convince them to let him in, although the chances of them even understanding him were slim. He began following the fence around the airport perimeter, when a series of loud bangs and cracks came from within the airport, loud enough to be heard over the crowds of rowdy people. It didn't take long for everyone to realise what the sounds were. Gunshots. Then more shots, in rapid succession. The troops guarding the gate turned to the inside of the airport as a wave of rabid infected burst out from the glass doors, quickly overwhelming the small defence. Seeing this, Alex turned from the airport and ran as fast as his legs could carry him to the nearest unlocked car, and drive to the coast to commandeer a boat.
Flash forward to modern-day, we meet Alex in his boat which has run aground on the beaches of Chernarus. He has spent the last few years sailing around the Black/Green sea, after failing to make it through the relatively small area of water between Istanbul due to abandoned ships and debris blocking the way. Only coming to land when supplies and fuel for the boat were running low, he was able to avoid most of the infected this way. The boat has been battered and worn down by the weather on the open water, and with little knowledge of how to perform any serious repairs, it is likely to remain this way unless help can be found. A recent storm caused the boat to crash against the rocks and shore of Chernarus, which tore holes into the hull of the boat making it currently impossible to return to the relative safety of the water, and forcing Alex to face the dangers that await him on land...