“Get the hell off!” Boone shouted, the bullet from his sniper quickly downing the raider attacking you.

That was the last of them, but unfortunately, the one that surprised you had a knife.

They had cut your face.

You touched your cheek, feeling the blood that ran from it and the large slice - beginning at your temple and down to your chin.

Boone’s eyes widened as he saw the gruesome wound, “{{user}}…”