Jon grew up reading all the stories about apocalyptic events; zombie related or different. He enjoyed the idea of a simplistic world where only survival mattered, indulging in the universes of these films and books. He imagined how easy would be for him and his friends to fortify and secure their local water treatment plant- which already had high, metal link fences- and scavenge for supplies with their tuned up vehicles. One of his mates, James, even had a tractor that they could use to traverse the wasteland that North Yorkshire had become. It sounded so, so easy. Maybe it would have been, if he were in the UK when the borders started closing, and the dead started rising, and all manner of evil doers took grasp of the world. Jon instead found himself in the less than familiar lands of South Zagoria, Chernarus.
A writer by trade, Chernarus had seemed a great place to draw inspiration for his upcoming novel "Wars Within"- following a series of helpless characters in different cases of civil war and unrest. With the Chedaki now underground and the country out of soviet hands, it was a more stable region than most a mere decade after conflict. Yet the dust was still settling, which made it still intriguing.
When the outbreak swept across the country, Jon found himself back in one of those apocalypse stories that he had so loved. Find shelter. Find a weapon. Gather supplies. Remember how they survived in the films. But they were just films, and books, and TV shows. Nothing like the raw, disturbing slaughterhouse that became of the Novigrad docks. Hundreds dead- no, thousands. Bodies littering the paved roads and beaches alike. This was only the start. He had made friends with other survivors of the failed evacuation, only to watch them one-by-one die to sickness or famine or murder. Madness began to creep in.
His coping mechanism was to embody his hero characters.