32 year old American Car Dealer who was shipped off to Europe by his Car Manufacturing Company to make a deal with the Ukrainians. When the infection started to spread, in the hell of everything, being pushed from checkpoint to checkpoint in the reason of "safety" he made his way down through the Russian coast with the Sea of Azov and The Black Sea into a country called Chernarus where a makeshift quarantine compound was being set up on the south side of the Black Mountains, when the quarantine compound was beginning to be overrun, in the biggest regret of his life, he took the only things he could grab, which where a pair of car keys and an AK-74 from a guard drunk sleeping as the gunfire rang all around him and took off running to the only non military vehicle in the entire place, and he punched through the gate, saving himself... but ultimately dooming everyone else in the compound.
He lives with this guilt, the 84 other people in the quarantine, are the only thing he dreams about... a combination of their screams as the infected claw away at their souls, and the sound of the car engine roaring as he made his way to safety are what haunt his nightmares every time he closes his eyes.
Because of this ultimate transgression Johnathan wants nothing more than to make things right to God in the only way he knows how, helping others. His goal is to help 84 others from this impoverished and destroyed world that he lives in any way he can, whether that be something as simple as saving them from thirst, or saving them from a gun to their head.