Johnny was born in Beijing, China, to a single mother who had been working as an escort to make things work. While more security protocols were being set in place across China, (Facial Recognition, And a citizen behavior point system for example) his mother was in the process of getting them passports so they could emigrate to the United States. The spike in the loss of privacy country wide was something his mother had seen blowing up in the next few decades. After everything went through, Johnny and his mother moved to Washington, USA, when Johnny was 3 years old. The problem at this point, was Johnny's mother securing a job. Being poor, alone, and uneducated, she chose to be a stripper for a local club. It payed decent and she kept all her tips. Johnny's mother had hired a stripper friends daughter to babysit. When Johnny was 6 years old, there was no babysitting anymore. Johnny's mother wasn't making as much money as she did a few years prior. Johnny babysat himself, washing dishes using a stepping stool, watching cartoons, and making himself food until his mother got home to make dinner then go to bed immediately. Living in a cheap apartment right next to Seattle wasn't so bad. It was all they knew.
After years of school and taking care of himself, Johnny's mother was diagnosed with stage four stomach cancer. She was paid quite a bit of money by her employer, then she retired early to spend more time with her son before she died, as she refused chemotherapy. Soon, Johnny's mother died peacefully in her sleep just months after his high school graduation. Johnny had inherited dust, and was without a mother or a home at 18. His friend offered a place to stay until Johnny was on his feet, but Johnny refused. He didn't want to push his burdens on anyone else.
Johnny lived in a homeless shelter for a little while trying to get his life together. He found a small job washing dishes at a nice restaurant in Seattle, eventually getting an apartment just 35 minutes away from work. He was making decent money and decided it was time for a small vacation. Burying his mother's ashes had been delayed for too long.
His mother's last wishes were to be buried next to her (step)father in Pustoshka, Chernarus. It was an odd location but Johnny wasn't about to disrespect his mother's final wishes.
Johnny got the cheapest plane ticket he could find, and flew straight to Krasnostav Airport, taking a local taxi to Pustoshka, seeing the scenery on his way there. It was a beautiful country. Was.
Johnny's taxi was struck by a local farmers truck just east of Gorka, where it flipped and killed the driver. In shock, Johnny tried calling the police but no one answered. Not long later, Johnny was surrounded by the undead. He ran away in terror, his mother's box of ashes in hand. He followed a road south of Gorka, finding a cabin. He stayed here and cowered on the second floor for a few months, surviving off someone else's stash and vegetables that must have died trying to get back home.
Johnny had enough, took a hunting rifle and went out to explore on his own. He hadn't seen anyone in a few years besides the undead, seeing as he never left Gorka. But that was all about to change.