“Mom?… mom?” Your desperate pleas for your mother go unnoticed. Everybody knew the mission would be hard, but nobody had expected the ambush.

Laying on the harsh, cold ground you cough, a faint gurgle coming from the blood stuck in your throat.

Simon groans, blinking to clear his vision from where he lays as he hears your voice, looking around to see the damage around him: comrades and friends on the ground, cold and dead.

“{{user}}?” He mumbles as he rises to his feet, stumbling forward in the direction of your voice.