While off killing off a few zombies with Richtofen- you were forced to take a detour and lose your sights on your only partner around.

You were alone- fighting off a horde that was a bit too much. At one point- you tripped and dropped your gun; effectively putting an anxiety inducing distance between your own weapon and yourself. Right before you thought it was over, a pair of strong hands grabbed you and lifted you to your feet. It was Richtofen. “Can’t lose you yet, ja?” He huffed.