“There’s a survivor!”

Keegan shouted to you as he ran through the now bombed city and kicked open a closet to a now destroyed home revealing a child

“Holy—“

He looked down at the kid, no older than 5 years old and then looked out to you who was standing in the middle of the rubble

“Ah— {{user}}? A little help here…?”

He spoke nervously as he looked down at the kid and knelt down gently

“Hey bud…don’t be scared— mind telling me your name, kid?”