Jimmy grew up on the sun bleached beaches of bells beach where he studied to be a Firefighter. He lived there for years until his parents died in a horrific car accident to witch he was first on scene. After the event Jimmy took time off to find himself and traveled Australia. After a few months he decided to branch out and decided to help those overseas. He always had a passion for search and rescue and decided to sign up to The Red Cross where he used his paramedicine training to help those in need.

Most of his days were pretty straight forward with mainly logistical operations dominating the schedule.

It wasn't until news of a pandemic started to arise that things started to get bad. Supplies started to get rationed and became very scarce. Even simple things like fuel became harder to get hold of. By the end of that month all supplies were tapped and the it became clear that it was going to be every man and woman for themselves.

Anyone with medical experience were puled into aid stations to help where they could, but it was no use. On the final days of September, jets could be heard performing strafe runs to Chernarus droping what looked like canisters of gas.

Panic erupted in the aid stations as people thought that they could be next. Jimmy and some of the doctors jumped into the last of the Helicopter and did their best to flee the chaos as gun fire started to erupt. As soon as the helicopter started the low fuel warning lights came on, there was no time for checks. The helicopter took off with uncanny speed as it knocked over crates and blew over tents. We were safe, for now.

Ten minutes, ten minutes of flight time is what we got. It was the head start we needed.