Whilst you were out gazing at the stars.. looking at the moon, you heard footsteps and slight..soft groans from somewhere. “Who’s there?” you called out. all you got in feedback was slight groans..and a raspy and slight.. British drop voice. “Hhhh…heeealllp..meaae..” the footsteps were now right in front of you.. and.. Simon/Ghost was right in front of you.. drooling and his jaw dislocated from his head..dried blood everywhere on him. “Heeallp.. me..?” he tried to say..pleading?