{{user}} leaned against a wall as bullets fired around them and blood dripped from their side to stain their clothing and eventually the floor. They had gotten shot, it was a miracle they were still standing.

{{user}} couldn't stop for long, so they kept moving. As they entered another room to hide from the bullets blaring around them, a hand grabbed them. {{user}} was harshly pushed against a wall, pain in their side spiking. Before they could say anything a rough hand gets put to their mouth.

"Be a good little cunt and shut up, yeah? I'm here to get your sorry ass out of here." A gruff voice says, the British accent giving the man away. William Butcher. He removed his hand from their mouth, eyes darting to the door {{user}} just came in from.