"Well I was born in Canada, specifically the province of Alberta, 1992. I was around to witness 9/11 and all that jazz, I got interested in terror organizations. The deeper I dug I found myself wanting to help people who were in need of protection from a militant force. Of course, the world was watching this first hand so I didn't need to look very hard. But I was still in Alberta, pretty rural and sheltered all things considered. Still, that's where I stayed until I got my Bachelor's of Science in Nursing. That took four years so I was 17 when I graduated high-school and 21 when I graduated from university, I played hockey for two years before focusing on my degree. I guess things were really easy for me since I don't remember ever being in severe debt. Most costs were covered by my parents, my mom worked for the government and my dad ran a little farm. I had enough, I never really thought about it in hindsight but my dad never complained and I never got any indication that they were struggling. After seeing that there plenty of forces in my country keeping terrorists away, I decided to join the CRC, and was sent to Chernarus. Things were bad over there, scars from the civil war didn't fade easily, and the new tensions didn't exactly do very well.
Yeah I was in the Red Cross. Don't get any funny ideas about that, I was there to help people not get involved in politics. Anyway. They gave me a pistol, a book of codes, and a bag of medical supplies to me and my friend. He was a nurse practitioner so he was my senior by default. I'm glad I did sports in high school and college, I couldn't imagine running around South Zagoria without it, heard of guys who weren't fast enough and got captured. Some good things came out of it, learned Russian and Chernarussian so I could actually understand. Most of what we had to deal with was injured civilians with burns or gunshot wounds from past and current conflicts. Cops and retired soldiers, amputees, that shit. I was gearing up to go home when martial law got declared, I think it was in May, hard to remember now. We stuck around mainly because it was harder to leave than before, or at least that's what we told ourselves. When the July incident kicked off on twitter we knew some shit was going down. Then the Russians, and the rabid soldiers. It was... It was bad. I mean we've seen textbook cases about bites, but whole chunks of flesh being torn away it's just... The first day was the worst.
First day that 'Infection' hit I was already working in a hospital, none of us were used to that sort of volume and we didn't have the supplies for that kind of thing. And by the first day, for this kind of thing to develop that quickly, it's got to have been at least a few days. But I was in Chernogorsk working in the main hospital. Got bit on my arm and thought to myself, "What's this? Some kind of fuckin' rabies?" I didn't have time to really do much aside from wrap it but when I saw some of the other staff get bit and turn sorta' pale and start biting other people? I'm not going to lie to you, I grabbed whoever I could and whatever I could to get out of there. In hindsight, if I didn't up and run I probably would be trying to eat your face right now, I guess I'm immune or something, not that I can tell. After getting some food and drink I had some time to think as I sat in the dark of the woods, I didn't know what I was going to do. Think of that for a minute. But like I said earlier, I came to help people, that's why I'm here now. Not much has changed. People are still gettin' shot, still gettin' stabbed. I'm here to help in any way I can."