“Don’t move, I got you!” It wasn’t long before your weight was carried up into Billy’s arms as he fled the scene to keep you from catching a bullet to the chest. This wasn’t the first time either—sure, Billy could be… immature… childish, and the list goes on—but one thing for sure was that no matter how idiotic, he’s at least reliable.

He set you down near a large crate, your bodies hidden behind it, he pressed his hand against your wound, “it’s shallow, just a cut… you’ll live.”