Fred didn’t dream of being a detective or a S.T.A.R.S. operative. He grew up in the industrial outskirts of Raccoon City—a place of gray skies and hard work. His father was a veteran firefighter who smelled of smoke and discipline; his mother worked two jobs just to keep the lights on.

• The Pivot: Fred initially followed in his father's footsteps as a firefighter cadet. However, a chronic struggle with asthma—exacerbated by heavy smoke inhalation during a training exercise—forced him to pivot. He traded the fire axe for a badge, seeking the same stability and pension his parents never had.
• The Motivation: He wanted to be the cop he never saw in his neighborhood: the one kids felt safe waving to, the one who knew the names of the shopkeepers on the corner.

After seven years of uneventful traffic and domestic calls, Fred found his niche in the R.P.D. Exterior Patrol Unit. While other officers were focused on the inner workings of the precinct, Fred was the master of its shell.

• The "Rooftop Guy": He spent his shifts performing rooftop walks, checking fire escape doors, and inspecting the R.P.D.’s complex exterior access points. He knew every loose brick on the facade and every rusted latch on the alleyway gates—knowledge that would soon determine who lived and who died.

While Chief Brian Irons was retreating into his private office, Fred was on the ground, witnessing the city's slow-motion collapse.

| Date | Time | Event & Fred's Action | | --- | --- | --- | | Sept 22 | 14:00 | The Early Warnings. Fred responds to "strange disturbances" in the alleys behind the East Wing. He files three reports on unprovoked biting incidents. Irons suppresses them all. | | Sept 24 | 20:00 | The Siege Begins. The station is flooded with the wounded. Fred stops being a patrolman and becomes a carpenter—barricading doors with industrial precision. | | Sept 26 | 03:00 | The Quiet Uncle. Between shifts, Fred sits with a younger, shell-shocked Kevin Ryman. Kevin calls him the "Quiet Uncle" of the team—the man whose calm isn't an act, but a choice. | | Sept 26 | 23:00 | The Escape Plan. Marvin Branagh gathers the inner circle. He trusts Fred's knowledge of the rooftops to secure the final extraction point. |

The Final Assignment: Sept 27th | 02:00 Hours.

The rain was a cold, relentless sheet that blurred the skyline of Raccoon City into a series of jagged, glowing silhouettes. The air on the R.P.D. rooftop was thin and tasted of ozone and burning rubber. Fred stood near the edge, his windbreaker fluttering in the gale, his breath hitching slightly from the damp air triggering his old asthma. He wasn't alone. Marvin, Aaron, Tony, and Kevin were there, their faces illuminated by the flickering red strobes of the emergency lights. They were finishing the final gear-up for the "Phillips Plan." Rita had already vanished into the air shafts, a desperate messenger seeking any help that remained outside the city. Fred tightened the strap of his tactical radio, looking at the empty helipad. This was the assignment of desperate hope. Fred reached into his pocket and pulled out his inhaler, taking a sharp, measured breath of the medication. He stood tall, looking out over the burning city. He wasn't a soldier, and he wasn't a hero in a book. He was an officer from a poor neighborhood who had promised to keep people safe.