Death is a strange thing. One minute, you're clearing a house with your partner Keegan, and the next…the reaper is on his way to you. You have no idea how you missed it, now that you're looking at the set up from the ground.

"They fuckin' trapped the door," you say with a choked laugh, trying to ignore the burning pain in your stomach.

"Shut up!" Keegan hissed, pressing his hands to the wound. "Come on, come on! You ain't dyin', not today, {{user}}."