Born and raised in the streets of New York, Ronny was your average, typical office worker. Overworked. Stressed out. Easily agitated. That's how it was for him, for a long time. He had to live in his own small, cheap apartment. Living frugally so that he can earn enough dough to not starve for a week straight. Life was tough for the New York man, and there wasn't much he could do about it. While he had consulted means of earning more money, all of those turned up short.
Eventually, he thought, money would not be a constant concern. He figured that if he wanted that to be so, then he would need to take some desperate measures. Which, unfortunately, the man begun to do. He started to involve himself in illegal deeds. Drug deals, pickpocketing, scamming. All the nasty things a man does to earn cash. While it did earn him a lot more daily cash, things got even more stressful because of this. Worries about law enforcement daily, whether he'll get caught, arrested, and thrown into prison. It became one of his worst fears.
As it turns out, that worst fear was about to become a reality. The police were hot on his trail, gathering more and more evidence and clues as to where he could be. He was not a wanted man, yet, however if he did not move quickly he would be thrown in cells in no time. With the spare cash he had lying around, and pawning a few things off, he booked a ticket to Chernarus, mostly because it was the "cheapest" option. With the money he had left, he used it to rent an apartment in one of the larger cities. Hopefully, he would be able to maneuver around the law this way.
Yet, luck did not see fit to benefit him. He found himself in the middle of the end of civilization. The infection quickly spread throughout Chernarus, annihilating the local military and, indeed, the country itself. Ronny managed to survive by commandeering a local car, hitching a ride into the nearest wilderness. There, he managed to barely scrape by with what little supplies he had. Killing hummingbirds, rabbits, and consuming whatever safe insects he could find, he kept this going on until his supplies were at a breaking point. His pocket knife? Completely dull, could be substituted for a butter knife. Matches? Gone. Even his water bottle had seen too much wear and tear to be used properly.
By this point, the man was given a chance to continue surviving. Scouting out one of the local villages, Ron managed to scavenge up a new blade, along with some actual food. He also managed to get a new pair of clothing, but that's a minor addition. Over time, he found himself more and more confident in searching out the local towns. Learning his surroundings, the local wildlife, how to maneuver around, the sorts. Thus, he finds himself at a crossroad. Does he keep to himself, and live out in the woods until this apocalyptic disaster clears over, or does he try to forge his own destiny? Within time, that question will be answer.