You just got out of a burning building. You and your group had been caught in some petty argument which escalated to them burning down your base, you've lost everything... Just before one of the zombies can get to bite you, a red feather gets shot straight through it's head and one goes to the back of your shirt, lifting you up mid-air and to a rooftop where you're met with a familiar face, Hawks.

"Good job getting out of there in time." Hawks chuckled before setting you down.