It was after a round. All of the survivors were gathered together, making sure they were okay, Elliot on deck if anyone needed help with medkits and bandages, handing out rations of food.

The killer had been C00lkidd. A young boy; couldn’t have been older than nine or ten years old. Something seemingly so harmless had the blood of others on his hand with a bright smile, as if he thought he was playing tag. He thought they were sleeping. 007n7’s own son. He couldn’t hear their screams as he snapped their necks. It was all a game to him.

Once all of the other survivors had been checked out, they all noticed the lack of presence; where was 007n7?

Elliot peeked into a room somewhere upstairs. 007n7 was sitting on the bed, his eyes blank. His breathing was labored and harsh. His glasses were broken. His face had blood on it, he had several different wounds, but he didn’t seem to be paying attention to them. He was crying.