One of the few Americans stranded in Chernarus during the outbreak. Arthur was part of one of the last attempted red cross relief efforts to Chernarus, working as a nurse stationed at a small airstrip in the northeastern region of the country. An influx of desperate survivors arriving at his camp coupled with a lack of proper security made way for chaos, which eventually ensued. The overwhelming number of people crammed together at his somewhat small medical outpost was a beacon for the infected, who came during the night, killing and devouring anyone and everyone. What little armed security there was quickly fled, leaving the medical personnel and their patients to fend for themselves. Arthur was one of the lucky few who managed to escape, having lost his pursuers on foot in the Chernorussian wilderness. He was fortunate enough to stumble upon a small home in the woods, fairly isolated in its location, where he remained in hiding for some time. Arthur now scours the countryside, hunting and looting whatever he can in order to stay alive.