Frank North was born on May 18th, 1995, in Toronto, Canada. He grew up as a relatively normal child, although never standing out from his peers. He always was there to help his friends and family, doing all he could to support them. Unfortunately, Frank's father, Clyde, his mentor and idol, passed away due to a car crash when Frank was 16. Due to this, Frank fell into a deep depression in which it took him many months to break out of. This lead Frank to fail out of high school, at age 17. Frank and his father would frequently go on camping trips, with as little as they could, and often stayed a week in the wilderness, building their own shelters and feeding off of their surroundings. With this, Frank learnt how to independently survive in the forest. Having lost his father, Frank needed a change in his life, away from home.
Frank decided he needed to leave his home, and travel around North America to find himself. Without telling his family, he drove in a van across Canada, vastly improving his driving skills. He met many new friends along the way, some of which came along with him in his travels. After reaching Vancouver, he decided to drive south into the United States, in hopes the border crossing would not cause an issue with the ongoing missing persons report surrounding him. Luckily, he passed into the United States without a problem. He learned that his family had never reported him missing.
"Been a long time traveling, away from my home."
As he drove into California, he had decided that he would settle down in San Francisco for a little while. As he handed the keys of the van to one of his companions, he sighed. For a few days, Frank was homeless in America's most famous city. Frank eventually got a job working in a small diner, as a fry cook. He amassed enough money for a plane ticket to Paris, France. After quitting his job, with 300$ in his pocket, he flew out to France carrying his few belongings in a carry-on backpack.
He finally felt free. He could go anywhere and do anything. Or so he thought. Three days after living in the streets of Paris, he was pulled into a dark alley and beaten. His wallet was stolen, which contained all of his identification, and the little money he had. The next day, after leaving the hospital, he decided to hitchhike across Europe. This was made hard as Frank's battered face turned away many drivers from picking him up on the side of the highway.
As he healed, he began to hitch more rides, eventually making it to Ukraine. Here he learnt of the Chernorussian civil war, with many refugees needing relief. Not one for news, Frank never learnt of the war. He traveled to Chernorussia to help refugees emigrate to safer places, often driving buses back and forth from the country. Eventually, he was denied access into Chernorussia by the CDF. This forced him to leave the bus behind in favour of a smaller, more concealable car. He was successful in taking back roads into South Zagoria, still unaware of the impending wrath of the infection.
Driving for days, Frank took a break in a forest in Western South Zagoria, he heard several explosions to the south. He drove into a nearby town to get word on the explosions, only to have his car swarmed by infected. He sped up, slamming into an infected man, shattering his windshield. He put his foot to the pedal, driving out of the town as fast as possible, and down back roads towards the coast. Before he knew it, his car had ran out of gasoline, forcing him to walk. In the middle of no-where, Frank used his wits surrounding wildlife survival and lived off the forests of South Zagoria for several months. He was scared to visit towns, as the infection had been widespread.
After surveying roads for other survivors for several months to no avail, Frank believed he was one of, if not the only survivor of the outbreak in Chernorussia.
"I was born in the soul of misery."
Frank had been living off the forest for about a year, he assumed. Wearing only tattered clothes in the fall, he began to grow cold. This lead him to desperately go to town to search for winter clothing. As he searched a house in a tiny town in the mountains, he heard movement outside. He shot his head up, peeking out the window. He saw a survivor walking through the small town, looking the opposite direction. Unsure what to do, Frank hid until he was out of the town. With a history of hunting with his father, he was able to follow the survivor to a small settlement, at a dam, with several cabins nearby.