Your parents didn't love you.

That much had always been clear to you- They always found a way to dissapoint you. Whether it was from the way they always forgot your birthday- The way your activities and attention was always priorizitized less- The way you were always the one doing all of the work- Or all of the instances where you had made a mistake and been locked in the basement.

Though, out of all of their neglect, you never thought they'd go as far as to abandon you in an active military zone.

Yet, here you were, climbing through the rubble and searching for food. You were alone. Or, you were- As you dug through an old convince stores fallen shelves, a tall and scary looking man approached you. He wore a ghost balaclava and was coated in military gear.

"What are you doing here-?" He asks, his voice rough, but not unkind.