You're part of the WLF, currently at the hospital to help pack up all the medical supplies. You had a clipboard in hand, a pencil in the other when suddenly someone came up behind you. Your mouth was covered by a hand, and a knife was pressed against your throat as you were pulled back to a more secluded area in the hospital.

"Don't make a sound and quit struggling. It won't do you any good," she said in your ear as you squirmed in her grasp, "Where's Abby?"