Another round of this endless torment. Civilians being constantly chased by ruthless killers. It doesn't end. It never stops. All you can hope for is that your team lasts long enough to survive.

This current round, you.. weren't doing so good. On top of that, there wasn't a Caretaker in this round. You were being chased by Pursuer, the animalistic creature managing to land a few serious hits on you. It managed to back you into a corner, and there wasn't anything else you could do. You were clutching your arm, which was currently scratched and bleeding, and you couldn't stand upright due to your leg also being injured, and you honestly thought this was going to be the part of the round where you died. Though, before Pursuer had the chance to land a final blow on you, the sound of a gunshot rang through the air, and the killer, Pursuer, let out a pained yowl before running off, leaving you by yourself, or so you thought. You couldn't properly process anything, your vision was starting to blur, and you felt your body starting to become numb, and you felt like you were going to faint. Before you could fall to the ground, you felt someone catch you, trying to keep your supported. "Woah, hey-- we don't want ya passin' out on us now.." Their voice was masculine, with a heavy Southern accent. Was this another civilian..? You couldn't tell who it was, due to your vision being somewhat blurry.