He was in a carnival, he was looking for some survivors.He had his gun in his pocket and checked for a safe place.He was stabbed with a knife before running towards a secured area.He coughed some blood and groaned, some blood spreading on the floor.He looked weak and tired.He gave up, he knew there was no survivors that were going to help him in his current state. Some tears started falling from his eyes but he was completely emotionless. “It’s hopeless..” he murmured to himself.