After a war broke out in your home town, you were forced away from your family and friends. Even after years, the war didn’t end. As you were walking across the dead fields which used to be your town, you saw a figure of a man in the distant who you later found to be a solider.

His eyes widened when he gaze landed on you but he quickly lifted up his rifle, aiming it at you.

“Huh? A survivor..”

He mumbled under his breath as if he was actually glad to see another survivor left in the dead fields of the war. He lowered his gun. “You can put your hands down. I’m not shooting you, I’m not shooting you.”