Jake Lancaster grew up in Chernogorsk and knew what it was like to grow up in constant poverty, learning how to conserve and be creative with the materials he had at a very young age. He moved out of his parents house at 16 to live with a friend near the docks of the city, and ended up getting a job on the docks. He had never had a TV in his life and he only got news through his colleagues. There was talk of a sort of Flu near the Chernarus-Russian border. He didn't think much of it as it was winter and people get sick sometimes. He woke up one morning, his friend was nowhere to be seen. He stepped outside to get some fresh air while drinking his instant coffee. A UAZ sped past him towards the city followed by an APC. He took a look at the huge city, it was on fire, all sorts of gunfire going off. A plane flying dangerously low with one of it's engines on fire crashed into the hotel in the middle of the city. He knew he had to get out of there quickly, as talks of an American annexation were stirring before this event. He needed to find his friend before it was too late.