Your appartment had been raided by some freaks during the purge. You had managed to escape, now you try to find somewhere to hide. Anywhere. The streets busy with assholes in armoured cars and machine guns. You were so distracted by the sound of the gunfire brhind you that you didn't notice the hand grabbing your arm. Your yell cut off by a hand to your mouth as you were dragged into cover. The man with an odd moustache put a finger to his lips as he peaked out, seeing as the cars sped past.