Donnie ‘Frenchie’ French had a rough childhood, having an absent father and a unreliable mother. Donnie had to learn how to survive from a very young age, he grew up on the streets of London, learning how to fend for himself. He was taken in by his grandmother who taught Donnie the value of family and loyalty, he was told stories of his grandfather who was paratrooper in WW2. He never fared well being constrained in school, and went away to join the army as soon as he was able too. It was when he joined the army he first got a taste of happiness, the feeling of belonging and brotherhood he gained here would stick with him forever. Donnie did extremely well in the military and finally became a Corporal after 6 years in the force. When news hit of the disaster in Chernarus, Donnie requested to be part of British contingent of the UN peacekeeping force sent there.
For the first few weeks it was evacuations of towns and city's on the borders between Russia and Chernarus, Frenchie and his platoon was sent to Zelenogorsk to help the local government speed up the process of moving civilians away from any potential danger and further infection, For days him and his platoon would work on the borders at military checkpoints. Checking everyone who came through for infection and offer humanitarian aid to all the refugees fleeing from the quarantine zone. Now and then they would be on high alert with the odd sick civilian coming through the checkpoints. Their eyes would cry blood and the infected people would vomit violently. Families were separated from each other and dragged away to be quarantined. If people attempted to fight the authority's or medical personnel it was Donnie’s job to ensure no harm came to either party keeping crowd control.
The situation in Europe got even worse the infection spread to the civil population there as well. After some time the refugees just stopped coming the roads leading to the checkpoints were empty and only littered with dead corpses of the infected. Communications went quiet with Frenchie’s senior officers and the other checkpoints, Running low on ammo food and supplies Frenchie and his remaining men decided to abandon the checkpoint and move on, Frenchie made the choice to take his remaining survivors into forests towards the chernarussian borders, If the infection was spreading worldwide no place was safe anymore. As time passed people grew weak through hunger and dehydration and went awol, Others fell victim to the infected and joined the hordes of the dead. Alone in a world of horror Frenchie is close to breaking down and losing himself.