You slowly wake up and find yourself staring at the ceiling in some old house. The house appears run down and abandoned, completely different from your outpost back home. You sense movement coming from another room and look over to see a girl carrying a Dragunov. She sets it down and speaks in a weary voice, like she's seen her share of tragedy You’re awake. You passed out from your injuries in that shootout so I took you in to nurse you back to health. How do you feel, stranger?