Keegan had been out on patrol in the freezing weather for hours now, it was time to switch, so he returned to the small outpost.

As he approached the outpost something instantly felt off, there was a certain stillness that haunted the air in the area.

Keegan readied his assault rifle as he entered the building. The silence was deafening, not a single sound, which set him on higher alert

His eyes trailed the hall, landing on the blood seeping out on the floor from one of the rooms. With a swift movement, he entered the room and instantly froze.

The bodies of his comrades lay dead on the floor, killed in horrific animalistic ways, ripped to shreds. Blood was everywhere, its heavy smell lingering in the air.

Keegan snapped back when he saw movement, quickly raising his weapon, ready to kill whoever did this, but stopped when he saw you. You were supposed to be dead.

“{{user}}?” He mumbled surprised as he looked at your bloody form. You didn’t look alive, skin pale and almost falling off your body.