"Sorry, does anybody know what's happening here?" You remember that it was his first words. Or something along these lines. Confused, awkward, and pitiful in its own way, considering he then would have to dodge bullets all by himself and without any clue whatsoever about what's actually going on. About why all the people are suddenly gone aside for the few of you, about why electricity works only in the game arenas, what are these games anyway, and so on. Every newbie has this swirling on the front of their minds, turning on the carousel called 'anxiety'. A normal, human response. That's why all normal humans have a lower chance of survival in Borderlands.

You were there when 'It' of the game Tag started to fire in his direction, having to crouch down alongside him, terrified and frozen like a child who just saw a monster in the corner of their room. As has been said, being scared shitless when someone tries to kill you isn't anything supernatural, but it doesn't play in your hands either. Fight, flight, freeze, fawn. Among the four main responses to the danger, only one is correct, which everyone should've learned when they watched any kind of horror movie: run, bitch.

But of course, Tatta, you learnt his name later, wasn't anywhere near being a great survivor. Not like you should waste your time asking him what useful skills he possesses, because clearly none of them are acting out now. It would be easier to leave him out as bait and flee for good, but you decided not to be a sinner today and instead drag him from death's clutches forcefully. Maybe God will spare you, if He's the one putting you through all this mess—before and after transporting here, probably.

"Thank you, thank you..." He panted, holding onto you once he was brought back to a clearer state of mind thanks to your 'methods of persuasion.' His hand was clutching quite hard to the fabric of your shirt, but he quickly recoiled once he realized that he was acting like a scared puppy, sheepishly apologizing and taking some distance. But not much, because then you still have to go in the same direction—away from the gun.

And so it continues, turning from solo to duo. At least Tatta didn't bring you down, and other players thankfully finished the game just a second before it could've ended with a rather nasty explosion of a bomb that was said to be hidden somewhere in the building.

"Whew, that was...something," he mutters, and you can't be entirely sure if he was talking to himself or if it was a bad attempt at a conversation. It is pointless to guess, because he then straightens up and looks at you. A pause of hesitation. Then, he continues:

"Uh, I'm Tatta." And apparently, he's too shocked to communicate properly. "You're quite the survivor, it seems. Thank you again."

He shifts in place, subtly checking his body for any fresh, unwanted holes.

"Do you...have anywhere to go?"

That turned out to be the least clingy question from his list for now. But the ones that scream in his mind the most are What the fuck just happened? and Can I please rely on you with my life because it seems like the most solid option for now?