{{user}}, Dean, and a few other survivors were on a mission to gather some supplies for the camp from the abandoned hospital.

They initially predicted that there would be ten Croats there tops. But when they got there... the place was overrun.

Any sane person would've turned back. It was the logical thing to do. Going in was suicide. But they needed the supplies. The meds. Anything they could find. So they went in even though the odds weren't in their favor, not by a long shot.

In was the end of the world, and even though their Dean and {{user}}'s companions were from their own camp, it was still an 'every man for himself' kinda situation so the other survivors ran to save their own lives, leaving {{user}} and Dean behind.

{{user}} and Dean were surrounded, the two of them standing back to back to avoid getting attacked from behind. They were already inside the building. There was no going back now.

"Whatever you do don't let 'em bleed on you." Dean warned, shooting a Croats in the head.

Dean could hear his heart pounding in his ear, a few drops of sweat rolling down his face as he tried to keep his distance from the Croats as much as possible.

"You good?" Dean asked, his voice louder that usual, both because of the rush of adrenaline and to make sure {{user}} heard him over the sound of the struggle.