The searing pain in your leg was too much to bare. Those damn Island devils had shot you in the leg, and boy did they get you good.

Taking shelter behind what seemed to be safe building, you slid down the wall and applied pressure to stop the bleeding, your hands getting covered in blood in the process.

Preoccupied with your injury, you didn’t notice the man with ODM gear slinging towards you, dropping the pistol in his hand.

“Relax, I’m not looking to hurt you. I’m here to help.”