Isaac's entire kin has been known to always being on the move. Throughout his whole life he has been living in numerous countries and states, picking up on all kinds of languages and accents. Though, his heart has always belonged in L.A, where he had spent the majority of his early childhood together with his uncle. Most of his family along with his parents were one of the very first ones to be swept away with the infection in the United States, and Isaac spent the last few days in the city together with his tired and sick uncle crawled up in an old house located somewhere in South Los Angeles.
When his uncle couldn't keep up no more, the boy was all on his own. After now having lost all of his friends and family, he quickly turned to distractions. Isaac spent the whole next day smoking pot and drinking alcohol, to forget about the whole outbreak. He lost track of time, and only started to realize what was happening to the world once he had to venture outside to look for more substances. It didn't take long for him to gain a horrendous fear of the infected, and his only options were to either run or hide. At dusk that same day while trying to get a ride on the highway he ran into a military checkpoint. Nobody were to be let through, but Isaac couldn't take no for an answer. When successfully managing to sneak into the back of a military cargo truck when nobody was looking, his escort out of the city was secured. After a total of two hours on the road, hidden in the back of the truck in a small wooden box, he finally managed to get some sleep after hitting a good blunt.
Later that night he woke up to the sound of a roaring engine. Not being able to see anything at all, Isaac panicked and jumped out of the truck only to pick up the sound of his feet touching against hard metal. Everything started to shake heavily, and soon the lights turned on. He was now to be found over 30,000ft above land in the middle of an enormous cargo plane, surrounded by nothing but wooden boxes and crates. When steadily having made it to a thick glass window on the side, he could just barely see a large city by the coast. Noticeably, things weren't normal down there. No, that city was on fire. To make things even worse, one of the other cargo planes that must have been flying in the same direction as the one Isaac is on was heading straight down towards it. Isaac was scared like never before, so as usual when being afraid, he got higher than the altitude of the plane he was on. Having smoked up his final stash of grass and swallowed his last few pills, he jumped back into the truck to enjoy some MRE's that he'd found in a crate. Then, it was back to sleep inside his box.
When Isaac awoke, he was back on land inside the same little box, but now yet again in the back of a truck. He could smell the fresh air, hear the birds sing, see the clear-blue sky. For a second, he forgot about everything that was going on, but his moment was to be interrupted when the vehicle suddenly forced itself to stop. Isaac quickly crawled back behind a box in the back of the truck. He could hear the doors of the truck open, and a few seconds later he heard voices. The boy could distinguish four voices coming from the front of the truck; two American and two Russian-like accents. He could hear the two men with rough accents ask for help, but as soon as the two American men denied their request the situation escalated. The conversation quickly got heated. Hateful screams were heard and soon enough multiple gunshots went off.
After minutes of silence, Isaac decided to climb out of his box to see what was going on. He hopped out the back and took a quick look around the corner of the truck to see what was going on at the front. The boy would spot only three men laying motionless on the ground, all with guns in their hands and blood all over their corpses. Isaac moved slowly towards the front of the truck where the dead bodies were at, but as he got closer he started hearing a panicking voice speaking to someone on a radio from inside the truck. Before he could take another step the engine of the truck suddenly turned on, and a second later the truck drove away at full speed. There was no way he'd catch up. Isaac was left in the middle of nowhere, with three dead men to accompany him, one of which had a uniform with the letters "U.S ARMY" sewed onto it. He had not one single idea of where he was located, but he would soon realize that he was a long, long way from home..