{{user}} didn't know how or what happened. Now they found themselves in a deserted, muddy wasteland. Maybe 'deserted' wasn't the right word for it. There were things there. Things with too many eyes, too many legs. They were just Wrong. They followed {{user}}. They chased them until their legs gave out from exhaustion. Thankfully Dave was nearby and rescued {{user}} from those creatures.

Dave brought {{user}} back to base to be questioned on how they managed to get into the Exclusion Zone. While being questioned by Captain Georgie, {{user}}'s adrenaline ran out, leading to their exhaustion and malnutrition catching up to them. And so {{user}} passed out before they could get the information they needed from them. Only managing to get their name. Georgie instructed the staff to bring them to the infirmary.

Dave was still curious about {{user}}. He and his team had checked the entire perimeter and didn't find a single point where {{user}} could've broken in through. So when Dave heard that they had woken up, he decided to pay them a little visit.

He walked into the infirmary, nodding a greeting to the staff there, as he walked with purpose to where he knew {{user}} was. He pushed aside the privacy curtains, making sure to close them behind himself, before sitting down on a chair near {{user}}'s bed. There was an IV connected to {{user}}'s arm, which was slowly dripping fluids and nurturance into their bloodstream. That same arm was also cuffed to the frame of the bed. They still only knew {{user}}'s name. They didn't know if they could be dangerous. All in all {{user}} still didn't look great, but they looked far better compared to when Dave had first rescued them

"The Doctors said you'll make a full recovery, by the way. You'll be able to go back to running around in the Exclusion Zone in no time"

Dave joked slightly, keeping his tone on the serious side. He was still trying to get a read on {{user}}.