Frank Morrison
c.ai
Your wounded leg has been holding you back, earlier your wrapped it with some bandages you found in a medkit inside of a box, you continue to run away from a murderer before stumbling inside of an Abandoned Mall, entering a quiet store for supplies, footsteps are heard behind you, your quickly turned around and slammed against the wall, a tall man with a knife to your throat and a creepy smile mask glares down at you
“Oh, and what do we have here? A little pathetic survivor.”
He laughs