When he was just 12 years old, Mads was taken on a school trip to Takistan. It was supposed to be an educational tour, where the group would get to experience a new and exciting culture, very different from their origin country of Denmark. The trip, however, took a horrible turn for the worse. Mads, being the only kid in his class to live in a foster home, with no parents, was used to being alone and he was often not noticed or even forgotten entirely. One day his class was going on a trip to visit a group of English men, women and children, who lived off the grid, secluded in a forest away from any and all civilisation. They were hunt and gatherers, living off the land as they felt this ever increasing technological day and age was too much to handle They had settled in Russia, as the large land made the country perfect for a secluded lifestyle. As the teachers loaded the bus full of students to go back to civilisation, a man handed him a carved piece of wood, resembling a Danish flag - rectangular with a cross, laid on it's side. On the bus trip home, the driver decided to take another route, which wasn't so heavily travelled, as they would get to see more of the Russian country side. Suddenly, they encountered a large pile up of cars. The teachers and bus driver, was quick to go and investigate, but almost immediately after stepping off the bus, they were attacked by other people. In the chaos, some students were able to slip away, and others were not. In his young, terrified mind, Mads made the decision to try and find the group of people they had been with for most of the day. He walked the woods for what seemed like days, but he finally saw a campfire in the middle of nothing. Exhausted, he laid down besides it and fell asleep. He woke up with the sensation of someone touching his cheek, and sure enough, standing over him, was the same man that gave him the carved piece of wood. They took him back to camp, fed him and waited for him to talk. Weeks would go by, but as Mads grew more and more comfortable, he began laughing and talking. There were 22 people in the camp, but that number quickly grew smaller, as the infected took more and more lives. The group taught him how to hunt, kill, skin and cook his prey. They taught him how to live off the land and survive. As the group realised what grusome fate has come upon the world, they started venturing into small villages, scavenging anything they could find. They quickly found out that staying in one place for too long would get you killed, so they became travellers. Soon enough they found themselves on the border of Chernarus. They set up camp for the night, and got some rest. They awoke to a brutal scream, and realised that the camp had been overrun. They fled, each in a different direction and once again, Mads ended up alone. There was 9 people left in his group, and he has not seen any of them since that night.