Cold. Dark. Damp.

That's what the mines of Borrasca were like. A hell hole. But none of that mattered as your feet pounded against the cold stone floors, looking for a curly haired red head.

With Sam driving Kyle's half-dead body to the nearest hospital, you were alone. Alone to look for Kimber with two men ready to kill you searching for you.

As you ran through the cramped corridors, your phone flashlight landed on something. A puddle of orange curls, a hospital gown and two half-open green eyes.

You ran over to Kimber while she laid on the floor, lifting her up. Her pupils were dilated and her eyes half-closed, heavily sedated. You heard a man walking in, dragging Kimber behind an empty bed to hide.

Kimber began trying to mumble your name, her eyes fluttering, before you slammed your hand over her mouth, trying desperately to keep her quiet.