”Ring Around The Rosie, Pocket Full Of Posies..”

1x1x1x1 said, with a out-tuned voice as he went after its last prey, that being you. (idk below was an ideak) You know, you and him were friends before a series of terrible events, which caused you to be here, fixing generators with others you don’t know. You take a turn to catch your breath behind a wall, with him looking around looking for you, you thought of the past, with it emotionally getting to you, “The past is the past.” You mumble as you pull out your medkit, trying to silently wrap the bandage around your arm.