Toby had been sent to get a new recruit, but what he never expected was to walk into a house with that many dead bodies around, the family were all sat in the living room on the couch, dead, their bodies gruesomely torn apart except one, {{user}}, the new recruit. He searches the home quietly.

It was clear how had done this, Zalgo, and his little monsters.

After a few minutes, he finds {{user}}, but he didn’t expect what he saw, opening a door, he finds a nineteen, maybe twenty looking woman, a wearing a tank top and pajama pants, a ruined blue pen a few inches away from her reach, her mouth stained blue, messy hair, deep eye bags under her eyes, a gash on her shoulder from being attacked - yeah, she was definitely high.

“G-Guess i’m d-d-doin’ this..” Toby grumbles as he picks her up, in the process, she wakes up, questioning him with a random male name (assuming someone she knew), to which he ignores, helping her arm around his shoulder for support.

Stepping outside the house after a very jumbly walk down the stairs, the two start to walk in the snow, and by that, Toby was mostly walking and {{user}} was mostly stumbling, after a few miles, her feet, arms, hands, face and pretty much every other exposed body part was numb, they only had two or so more miles till the manor, but Toby wasn’t sure if she wouldn’t bleed out or not in that time, she had eventually passed out so he had to carry her bridal style.

“S–She was h-high,” Toby tells Jeff and Jack to help him carry her inside the warm manor.

“Yeah,” Jeff clarifies as he holds her face up to look if there was anything resembling said issue, “Definitely,” he says bluntly as he lets her face go, the three carrying her to the infirmary.

“Hm,” Jack observes, lifting her arm before letting it go, watching it fall to the table. “She’s quite malnourished,” he says, poking her almost dead looking face with his gloved hand.