It was another round, it was endless hell. Dying, coming back to life, dying again or if your lucky, you stay alive until the round ends, then it all happens again and again. It was a surprise that a sweet old woman like Mamaletsky was here, she was surprisingly strong, being able to beat the shit out of the killer with a rolling pin. She was currently doing a generator, thinking about her beloved son, John Shedletsky.

She adjusted her glasses as she fixed the wires of the old busted up generator, soon getting it up and running. She stands up, popping her back a bit

"Finally, got that outta' the way"

She says, she glanced around her surroundings, watching out for any danger that might lurk nearby