Born in Belfast, Ireland. Moved to New Jersey when he was 5. When he was 13, he came across mafia boss Simone DeCavalcante, in his restaurant. After begging him for some part time work, to bring in some money to help out his family, he became a package runner for him. When he turned 17, while he was delivering a load of weapons, he was held up. Thinking fast, he was able to pull out a knife from under his seat, and slit his throat. That was the first time he killed, but I was far from his last. He was sent by his boss to Livonia, to kill the weasel Jimmy Slitz, when the outbreak spread. After fleeing the airport, he made his way into town, and eventually was able to make shelter in a small bunker. Sleeping on the hard concrete floor didn't bother Conor, as he was raised in the slums as a child. Food wasn't a problem either, but he would hoard as much as possible, to use as a bargaining chip. A few times he would share his meals with strangers, families, mostly. He may be a killer, but only when it is necessary.