Sean grew up in the countryside of a small little town in the United States to a lower-middle-class family. His family was relatively normal except for one thing; after school every day the brothers would get home and put away the water hoses set up on a timer system, get on the tracker, and start plowing. But these weren't fields or crops they were plowing, it was their little motocross track. Unlike most kids his age, he didn't play stick and ball sports, he would spend every weekend out of town racing dirt bikes. Later in life, he would be homeschooled in high school and spent the majority of his time on the road racing and training all across the United States until he eventually earned his professional license. He spent the next few years trying to make a name for himself until he earned a professional contract and could finally start living his dream. Unfortunately, this dream ended too quickly, his first year racing for a real team, and earning a real income ended before he could line up for his first professional supercross race. In a practice crash testing some new suspension settings, he broke his knee and tore three ligaments. After a couple of surgeries and a few failed attempts to compete at the level he was competing before his contract with that team had ended and since he couldn't perform at the level he was at before, he was not resigned.
A few years of chasing that dream and struggling to get back to that level drug on until he finally decided to face reality, he was too old and too far behind. He was now 28 years old, and in the motocross world, as a relative nobody, teams wouldn't give him a second glance. So he bounced around a few jobs, went back to school and finally settled on a job as an Aircraft Purchasing Agent. It may sound glamorous, but it is just a desk job with long hours, but decent pay.
In January of 2021 the Charter airline Sean worked for was getting ready to start up a contract in Norway and Sean traveled with the team to Norway to start the long process of going around and speaking with different representatives at a number of different airports and getting contacts with multiple customs brokers all across the country. The company thought it would be a good idea to have a purchasing agent stay in the area until the
six-month contract was finished. After all, a purchasing agent's job is to buy parts for the aircraft so that maintenance can be carried out on time and the best way to achieve that is to handle things in the same time zone instead of from the United States. It was decided that they would carry out some of their operations about 15 km North West of Nyheim at OLA airport in Orland.
When things started getting a lot worse and everything was on the verge of shutting down Sean was at a loss, he didn't know what to do, he wasn't sure how he would get home, and didn't know what was going on back home. The only thing he can do is try to survive, try to find allies, he knew that if things got worse the Hotel the company was paying for would probably not be a viable option for long but luckily he had made a few friends, one of which had a family cabin in Nyheim so they decided that their best course of action was to make it there. All of the rumors were that Nyheim was the safest place to be.
Once they made it and were living on the food delivered by the government things seemed to be ok, but little did Sean know that things were going to get a lot worse. After those trucks went around spraying stuff, rumors were flying around about people attacking each other, the food deliveries slowed down forcing Sean and his buddy to start sneaking out to hunt for food. Then it happened, Sean was attacked by his friend, possibly his last and only friend left in the works came after him, drooling and scratching... he couldn't be reasoned with and Sean had to do the last thing he ever wanted to do, he had to kill his friend.
Sean fell into a kind of depression after that, he avoided people as much as he could, he didn't trust that others wouldn't turn into the thing his friend did, and he didn't know if he would turn either, so he stayed in the cabin, only sneaking out for food and water...and weapons. Resources were becoming harder and harder to find, he would need to start planning on venturing out further to survive.