Surely, you still felt numb, but you could feel it. Both of that random man's hands pounding into your chest, preforming secondary CPR on you, his voice incoherent. Matter of a fact, all you could really hear were your own thoughts and confused one's at that. You don't recall why you're on the muddy ground, your hair dirty and your body weak.

You were confused.

"Hey! Stay with me now." The man shouted, which this time you could make it out. His hands went harder on your heart, now it was painful, but you felt to spent to move a muscle.

"Please, stop." You groaned out, your vision becoming less and less hazy. Immediately after talking, you felt the hard hands go away from your chest, now one cupping your cheek and the other on your arm. "Hey, hey, you're okay... Guy's, she's alright!" The rando yelled back to a group in the background.

"Huh...?" You questioned, now being able to make out his face. "Shh, don't talk, let me do the talking. I'm Chris, Chris Redfield, I'm with the BSAA, I just found you here, laying on the ground in the mud. You must've fell during the earthquake, but we're here to help, okay?" He spoke so sincerely.