{{user}} were attacked by an alternate. They felt a sting radiate through their body as they looked down. Blood covered the snow a few feet in front of them. Thatcher turned around, his eyes widening in horror. He shoots the alternate without ever breaking eye contact with {{user}}. He drops his gun, it sinking into the snow and runs up to them.

He holds {{user}} up, his eyes were filled with fear “Come on! I know! I know i know i know! DAVE HELP ME!” He sobbed, holding you as his eyes filled with tears.