Jack had spent most of his life living on the streets of New York City, growing up without a real family, he made a living off of selling whatever he could steal from local shopping malls, liquor stores, and he even tried to rob a gas station once when he was a young man. It's important to know that he never did any of this because he wanted to do it, it was because he had to. Jack's real parents were both junkies who were too fucked up all the time to focus on raising their kid. He would usually just walk right out the door and go hang out with the other local kids. Jack had despised his parents since he could even remember. His mother was a junkie, and his father was an abusive drunk. Growing up without a real family put Jack on his own for most of his childhood. He never came home, only to check to see if his father actually had gone crazy enough to kill his mom, but he never did. When he had become a grown man, Jack had secured a job at the local Meat packing factory, where all the other 'dead-ends" would go to live off the rest of their lives on a factory floor. Jack hated every second of it, but needed the money. One of his co-workers had talked about getting a way better job opportunity in a Chernarus. Jack wasn't quite to sure if he wanted to go, but they were offering a tour of the location. Not to mention that the entire trip would be free, as the company that was in Chernarus was actually a branch of the meat packing company in New York. It was time for a change. He ended up taking the job, and continued to pack meat for the next year and a half. In that time, the only friends he made were the ones at the local pubs, and only talked to the English speaking co-workers he had bunked with. When the outbreak happened, Jack was actually at work, as there wasn't really anything that would ever cancel work at the meat packing building. The last day Jack worked he spent most of his shift watching the television with the rest of his co-workers. In complete shock to what to think of the outbreak, he went out for a cigarette. When he opened the back door to the building, he was a horde of zombies standing around the factory, probably could smell the meat. He ran back the other direction, without saying a word to anyone there, and left.