It was rare to find children on missions. At least alive. But when he did, he always did his absolute best to make sure they got out safe. He didn't always succeed, that was the harsh reality of his job.

And on his recent mission in a small town in the mountains of America, he found you, a kid. Toddler? Whatever you were, you were very small. He had found you hidden behind a bookcase, where he assumed you ran after seeing the infected around.

He had snatched you up quickly and had you with him now. He was walking through the halls of this school building, one hand on his gun, another holding your hand.