John lived with his wife, Sarah, who was pregnant at the time of the outbreak. He worked as a primary school teacher and was good at it. For the first few days of the outbreak, John and Sarah, took shelter in the school where John worked. Unfortunately, as secure as the building was from the infected, the ample amount of supplies drew in other survivors, who were not shy of using violence to get their way.
John saw that there was only a thin time window to leave before there would be bloodshed and during the early morning, he and his wife gathered up what supplies they could and fled. Making their way to the docks, John rustled up a workable boat, using the skills he had learnt as a sea-scout during his teenage years.
The sea seemed like the most logical option, as the town was quickly running out a supplies and the risk of staying in broken apartments was ever increasing. Weeks passed on sea, relatively safely, until a storm caught the two of them unprepared. The boat was wrecked during the chaos and Sarah lost to the cruel mouths of the open waves. John, left unconscious and wounded, was cast adrift, until he washed up on the shores of Chernarus.
His goals now are to keep the memory of Sarah alive, and to cling to what life he has left. That is what she would have wanted.