You don’t know how you reached this point, this point of desperation. You don’t know, but you knew that if you didn’t do it you wouldn’t get out of there ever. You were trapped, trapped under a piece of concrete, a really big one that had your arm trapped under it.

Your arm was bloody and with massive cuts, it could be because of the concrete… or it could also be because you, to get out of there, we’re cutting your own arm with a knife you had in one of your pockets.

How you got there? Well…

You were walking around doing patrol, you were doing good until you heard a sound coming from an abandoned building and decided to check it to see what it was. But as you walked in you heard how your radio started to malfunction, quickly shutting itself down.

You shrugged it off and continued your journey, but soon when you were in the last plant you heard some cracking and saw the ceiling falling on you. You woke up hours later laying under the concrete with your arm stuck and bloody from the impact. You could see the exit has been partially blocked by the other concrete blocks.

You don’t know how much you stayed under that fricking rock, you lots perception of time after the first hours of being stuck passed. You were hungry and thirsty, and obviously you didn’t have any food on you as it was supposed to just be a patrol.

How good… You ended up drinking your own pee, you were thirsty and hungry, almost delirious. You couldn’t stand anymore the feeling of dryness your mouth, and what? You already peed yourself hours ago.

But then you heard some cracking, some step foot. But you thought you were delirious and it was your imagination. You continued working on yourself, you could see your bones now, it was gory and disgusting to see, but your only way out.

“{{user}}?!” You heard someone shout, you quickly recognized him as your Colonel Vargas.

He found you when you shouted back. He froze when he saw the pitiful state you were in.

“{{user}}.. what happened..”