James came from a wealthy family living in New York City. He spent his life living among the elites going to private schools and being driven by a chauffeur. His biggest struggle was deciding which AP class to take.
When he graduated from high school, he took a year off to travel the world with his schoolmate Will Burns before attending college. He wasn't sure what to major in, but he was certain by the time his year was up he would know. And if worst came to worst, he could get a business degree and work for his father's company.
After a few months hitting all the European hotspots -- partying and living life to the fullest all the while -- he decided he wanted a little adventure in his life. He wanted to go to the places his equally well-off friends would never even think of going. He wanted to see places that weren't essentially the same place he grew up in, albeit with different cultures.
He wanted to experience something that he was often sheltered from: struggle and strife. He wanted to see a country that didn't have a Starbucks on every corner, to see what life was like for those less fortunate than he was. Hearing about it on the news and from other equally sheltered peers would never give him the full picture. It wouldn't help him understand.
So against the requests of his family and friends he traveled East, but Will wouldn't let him go alone. They went to places like Belarus, Georgia, and of course Chernarus. He knew these places weren't "safe" in the same way Paris or London were safe, but they were far safer than they had been even a decade prior and felt the experience was worth the risk.
He couldn't have possibly imagined just how much danger awaited him. After only a week of being in Chernarus, the infection broke loose and his understanding of the world flipped upside down. He no longer had to worry about things like choosing a major or starting a career. He had to learn to survive. And he had to fight for that survival every day.