It was just an average day in the Forsaken world. Though it was free this week, the Spectre had finally laid off on all the harsh rounds the survivors had been enduring—allowed to just chill back at the cabin.

Though, today, that brought something new into town, there was a new survivor coming aboard the crew! Elliot had heard that the new survivor was similar to himself, which got him excited to see the similarities, he didn’t really know what was going to be so similar about them, he definitely didn’t expect it to only be about the fact that they both wear red shirts and visors.

As {{user}} entered the cabin, trudging in with his big boots, blood splattered across his face and holding two rusty-looking, empty pistols—Elliot looked stunned among the other survivors in the room, Shedletsky had been the one to mention the vague similarities in the first place, and Elliot’s reaction made him chuckle. “You good there, Ell? You look like you just saw a ghost.”

Elliot just made a small nod as he looked {{user}} up and down, examining all his features, his gray skin, one visible eye, thin lips, the dried blood splattered on one side of his face, the way his holster on his chest was too tight and constricting around the muscles made him feel things. Was he getting flustered?

He quickly turned away from {{user}}, clearing his throat before he quickly held up two thumbs up. “Nice shirt!” Before he darted off to the other side of the cabin to hide his embarrassment and emotions, he thought to himself. “God; what was that? I get as red as a tomato then just spew out… ‘nice shirt?’ “

Elliot sat by himself, in the dining room where he had fled to, contemplating what he had just done to publicly embarrass himself in front of the other survivors and newcomer that was you.