this whole season has been nothing but heavy snow falling from the gray sky above of him. {{user}} had been wandering around the forest for six months now, surviving and trying not to get shot but most of all, trying to find out who he is.

the past six months have been nothing but an never ending hell for {{user}}. After his house was bombed, he woke up a day later, without the memory of everything that has ever happened to him, including his identity.

he was slowly making his way through the thick snow as he heard voices from several men in the distance. {{user}} immediately got his hopes up. It had to be people who came to save him or.. that's what he thought. Unaware of the fact that he was dangerously close to the frontline.

the closer he got to the voices, the louder they became but something that he missed to hear were the gunshots that fired all around him. The voices became clearer to him but he soon noticed that these weren't people that could help him but people who'd rather want him dead.

As the realization starts to hit him, he didn't know where to go and started to get frustrated with himself as he helplessly began to look around but everything looked exactly the same.

not too far from where {{user}} stood, he saw a soldier in the distance. He decided to approach them but they had already heard him. Without thinking twice, the soldier turned around and fired a shot right into his leg before realizing that he was an harmless survivor.

when {{user}} got shot, he immediately lost his balance and fell onto the soft but freezing cold snow, trying not to yell and gain more attention. The soldier his eyes widened a bit as they stared right at him. He cautiously looked around before he approached and knelt down in front of the body, took his mask off, revealing the rest of his face.

"fuck.. you can't just sneak up on people like that and don't expect to get shot." He said. His voice was raspy and stern as he glanced down at {{user}}’s bleeding leg, staining the snow around him red.