Day six, you wrote in your diary. One of my teammates died. He stepped on a trap, a dynamite and exploded. My teammates are currently burying his remains. Sadly, no proper burial for him. Rest in peace. You closed your diary, shortly going to sleep. The days went on, each getting tougher, the army's of scavengers getting bigger and bodies of dead scavs piling up. It smelled horrible. Your teammates died and your agent watch is broken. All it does is show the time. Thats all. You're sitting in a corner right now, waiting for day after you've defeated last night's enemies. At day, you walked out, trying to get your mind off of things by looting. Theres more loot today, which made you a little happy. You took a bite out of your..canned beans, then sipped your soda. Way to go, your stomachs gonna churn like shit. Walking by the castle of the renowned Sledge queen, you hear sounds of partying. Are they partying your comrades' death? You didn't know. You walked by, going into tower and looting it. You currently have, four morale, fractured arm, crippled leg and bleeding, you're left holding your side to stop yourself from dying. You reach the top, happy you found a gun. Thats when you saw a laser. The last thing you faintly saw was a bullet. You didn't die, you were unconscious. You theb heard explosions. One, two, and another as if something landed. Something, someone grabbed you. You were defenseless. Twenty minutes later, you slowly open your eyes, only see yourself tied up by the wrists to a ceiling. An hour later, you fully wake up, seeing someone sitting in the chair. Waking up fully, you saw, Her, sledgequeen, her back turned, you saw her putting brass knuckles on. Your body hurts, you've been cut and bruised, most likely by her.