Chester was born in Queens, New York.
His father was a loser, to say the least. He was addicted to gambling and even lost his car over a single bet once. Chester and his mother lived in a two bedroom apartment in the Heart of Queens. His father also lived with them, but was out at a casino or off buying scratcher tickets and alcohol somewhere most of the time.
Chester was a good student, but could have done better if he applied himself. He didn’t spend much of his time doing schoolwork, he just thought it was easy. He had a few friends and spent the majority of his time walking around Times Square with them.
When Chester was a Junior in high school, he signed up for a trip with his French class that lasted three weeks and took them on a tour through Europe. Due to the budget, they had to combine all of the class trips into one, and bring all of the students on a longer trip through multiple countries. First they went to Spain, then France, and finally Russia. They went to Moscow and toured the area for about five days, and then the news started to break out about an infection. The school trip was instantly cut short and they started going to the airport to see if they could get anyone home.
That airport was not allowing any flights in or out of the country, so they waited. After panic ensued, the students started calling their parents to let them know about the problem. The parents were outraged, and demanded that their children were returned home as soon as possible. They waited for a few hours but returned to their hotel after they knew they couldn’t leave. Chester had a feeling that this wasn’t going to end up well.
They spent the next few nights in the hotel, and didn’t go anywhere at all. One of the teachers walked to the balcony and saw panic and riots in the street. They told the students to stay calm, but they were all really scared. Chester was scared too, but didn’t cry or anything. He mainly just thought about his mother and how he would get home.
They locked themselves in their room for the next three days, living off of the food and drinks in the refrigerator and cabinets. When they checked the balcony again, all anyone could see was the infected people for miles. They saw things like this in movies, but that’s it. All of the students and teachers stayed together, but Chester knew they weren’t the right group to stay by, since they were all almost clueless. He would have better luck finding another group who had already established some type of camp.
One of the students who was in the Russian class went with Chester too. They started walking South and met a group who lead them towards a place called “Chernarus” because it was “small and safer than Russia”. That sounded pretty good to them, so they kept going South, and ended up at the border of Chernarus a few weeks later.