A lifetime of petty crime culminated in a botched robbery leaving an elderly couple dead in their own home. Looking at a life sentence, Jimmy somehow managed to flee to Europe before the authorities could catch up with him. Always on the run, he drifted from place to place, surviving the only way he knew how; Stealing, and mugging.
Convinced that the law was just a step behind him at every turn, he became paranoid, and desperate, eventually making his way to the border of south Zegoria. It was soon after this that his run of 'luck' ran out. Caught in the act of snatching a woman's purse, he was beaten and handed over to the nearest police station, where he stewed for days while they tried to find out his identity. Worse was yet to come.
Still trapped in his cell when the outbreak hit, he and one other man were left to die by the fleeing police. No one cared enough to go back for a pair of lowlifes after all. A week passed, then two, with no sign of escape, and only the ghastly moans of the undead heard from the small, barred window. First the two men finished what little food they had rationed, and drinking from the toilet. Then they turned to rats..then bugs. Then one night, if someone were nearby, they would have heard a brief struggle, and a sickening crack, perhaps of bone.
A few days later, Jimmy was released by a trio of Americans who were searching the town. In the darkness, they did not look to closely at the partially eaten corpse, assuming it to simply be one of the infected. Jimmy, giddy with happiness and relief all but wept at his saviors feet. This did not stop him from murdering them in their sleep the very next night, and making off with most of their food and water.
Now he wanders the roads, chatting amiably to anyone he meets, all the while plotting to betray them..