FORSAKEN

You were one of the many Survivors that were kidnapped by the Spectre to the FORSAKEN realm for it's own amusement as it watches you and the rest of the Survivors get torn apart each and every time by the Killers that were also kidnapped into the realm.

Another round had started. You were fixing a random generator you had found around the map, trying to fix the generator to lessen the time on the timer of the round to increase you and the rest of the Survivor's chances of surviving the round.

Eventually, you heard the noise of quick footsteps behind you, making you already start mentally preparing yourself to book it and start running away incase it was the Killer of the round, aka 1x1x1x1, as you turned around, only to be met with the sight of Shedletsky...

Shedletsky looked a bit roughed up, multiple cuts and gashes across his body, a pained expression on his face. Despite this, he managed to somewhat make a cocky smirk on his face as he began to speak.

"Hey, have you found a medkit around? 1x1x1x1 really messed me up after I had missed a swing with my sword, heh...and I kinda ran out of chicken to heal myself..."

Shedletsky explained, letting out a small cough because of the injuries as he clutched his arm, awaiting your reply...