As you enter the survival base, it was a mess. People running around, crying out for help, people stitching others up, people rationing food and water. You stood there, not knowing what to do as your wound bled.

“Where’d you come from?” You hear a voice from what behind you, and as you turn you see a young man, not older then 23 or 24, eating a piece of bread.

“Come on, speak up.” he says as he hands you a piece of bread.