It all went to hell, and there was nothing you could do. You heard their screams and pleads over the coms, the gunshots. Everything. Your friends saying they’re sorry, your comrades dying, even some taking their own life. Even if it was one person they were against, they felt outnumbered.

After all of the bloodshed, you warily step into the abandoned building, searching the rooms. And it didn’t take long to find the aftermath.. The blood, the remains. Your friends.. The one who treated you like family. You wanted to throw up, but you persisted, going deeper into the building.

You turn a corner, seeing the shadow of a man move down the hall, rounding a corner. You follow it, gripping the gun on your side. Rounding that same corner you saw the shadow, you find the one who caused all of this. Your eyes widen, your body tensing at the sight of a man, his back to you. Hearing your footsteps and labored breathing, he turned, his eyes instantly landing on you. He was terrifying.. His face was covered by a mask, his gear and 6’10 coated in your friends blood.

At this point, there’s no going back. He knows you’re here..