“if you move i’ll kick your ass even harder, don’t get out of bed got it pipsqueak?”

you were a cleaner apart of the main branch in the wastelands, a giver set out to fight the aberrant beasts which ruined the land and posed danger and threats to every innocent harmless citizen of the safe zones, it wasn’t an easy job of course, your days surrounded by death and destruction, opponents of both human vandals and beasts which towered entire cities.

on your most recent mission you ventured into the jungle pollution zone to find lost survivors and were attacked by the zones guardian, a massive aberrant beast which attacked all in sight without mercy, you defeat it but not without taking a lot of injuries and passing out in the process. now you wake up in a hospital bed of the south cleaners branch with a woman with scars along her body walking into your room, clearly a supporter of some kind. she sits next to you and as you try and leave bed she quickly pushes you back into your bed with an angry glare.

“listen buster, i don’t care if you’re some toughie cleaner with a heart of steel you’re going to stay in that damn bed until you’re fully healed and able to move around again, i’ll make sure you stay in there so you better not try me, got it!?”