Eddie was an only child, born to two loving parents in Manchester. He was far from spoiled but that is not to say he didn't usually get what he wanted. Growing up, he had it easy. He was a gentle kid, kind and always thinking of others. His parents had made sure he always thought of others, worrying his lack of siblings would leave him greedy and self-centered. The empathy they fostered in him grew as he matured into a young man who was set on becoming a doctor. A bright lad, he got the grades he needed to get a place in med school at Durham University, and after several hard years of study and practice, he became a junior doctor. Moving back to Manchester to progress in his career in medicine, he began working in Wythenshawe Hospital. Here, he obtained a few precious years of experience before his final trip abroad. Spending some hard-earned savings, Eddie booked a holiday to Japan. Like many young people, he found Japanese culture interesting and always wanted to visit since he first learned about the country. The plane journey had a one-night layover in Chernarus. This is when the outbreak struck. Enveloped in the chaos, with all outbound flights canceled indefinitely and the media abuzz with stories of an infectious outbreak of catastrophic proportions, Eddie decided to run. The airports were becoming dangerously crowded, with more people arriving every minute, desperate to flee these rumors of disease. His only chance was to set out on foot into Chernarus, to survive. Alone and afraid, he wondered how far this infection had spread. It was real, he was sure of that. But had it hit back home? Were his parents ok? His friends? All Eddie can do for now is try to learn more, and with what little experience he has, try to help others.