Alex moved to Germany with a few of his friends a while before any pandemics had happened, all of them mostly the unsavory type. In fact, they moved there to flee from a loan sharks owned by a prominent mafia. They were common hoodlums, using every dime they had on drinks and drugs. Eventually, they fell in with similar company, a German gang looking for a few bodies with the promise of a few extra Euros. 

They concocted a half-baked plan to rob a bank truck,  Alex being the only armed one in the crew. They gave chase to the truck, firing across traffic and at the truck. The loaded truck crashed out, the security surrendered. As his comrades looted the truck, wandering eyes saw another car stopped next to the truck. He saw the driver, slumped over to the side, several bullet holes through the vehicle, shattered windows. He approached to view the vehicle, hit in crossfire. A woman, lifeless, bleeding. His view shifted to the backseat, where a car seat sat. There was viscera spilling from the small seat. Alex reeled, stumbling back away from the vehicle, it was hit in crossfire. His crossfire. He sat there, stunned, unable to hear his comrades shouting it was time to go, they sped off, leaving him with his crimes.

The police came, and arrested Coffman, where he was sent to a countryside prison to rot. Once the pandemic hit, and everything fell into chaos, the prisoners rioted, infection spreading through their ranks. He found himself stumbling through the countryside, a burning zoo of chaos behind him. He would live the rest of his life with his mistakes, his crimes. With no direction, he walked. Trying to outrun his past, through vehicle and boat, only to to eventually find himself in the city of sin, Nyheim. A rather fitting place for a man like him.