Matthew Larson was never a significant person, born on October 24th, 1998 and having spent most of his youth coddled by his parents - effectively crippling his social abilities. In his young adult years he attended college, not an A+ student either, as they say, C's get degrees. He majored in Psychology and left with a degree, which landed him smack dab in a high paying career every one dreams of: Air Conditioning Repair Man. He spent these later years of his youth working in the miserable job, odd hours in the morning and night - so much so that he started his own (short-lived) business that lead to being contracted by the United States military to repair air conditioners in NATO bases in the country of Chernarus. Far from the glorious life style he had hoped for, even more so as the sudden evacuation hit, even more so as he wasn't able to make the boat out, even farther down the hole of despair when he lost his suitcase and the majority of his possessions fleeing from infected on his way to the docks on the second week of the infection. He had avoided the infected like a plague (ha ha) seeing them as simply diseased people at first, though his point of view on the poor souls consumed by the disease spiraled downwards as he witnessed the diseased consume the poor souls left alive after the mass exodus from the regions of the country that were being torn asunder by the plague. The Wasteland is where he remains, unable to return home.