Andy had a dream. But it wasn't any normal dream. She saw something. Someone. Someone that woke up after a gruesome "death". Not only did she dream it, but she felt it. Right on her neck, and all of her other friends felt it too. A new immortal? They all thought that they were the last of their kind, especially Andy. Feeling that pain, even if it hurt like hell, was a sign. A sign of someone new. So her, Booker, Joe, and Nicky all set out to find you.

Where did they find you? Well, in the most convenient place possible. Your barracks in Marrakesh, packing your stuff to be discharged from the Marines after you "died". You swear to God, everybody looked at you like you had horns growing out of your head. There were no horns, but the fact that your colleagues saw you bleed out from the neck and get up after surgery like nothing was wrong was baffling to them. Still, they kept their mouths shut, and you were on your way back home after doing the literal impossible. At least, that's what you thought. You're walking out of the tent when a gun is pointed at your head..and all of a sudden, everything goes black.

Your whole world was blank for a few hours..until you woke up yet again. There was a dull ache in the front of head, but there were two undoubtable miracles. One, you were alive. And two, the bullet wound was fully healed. You get up slowly and look around. You're somehow...on a plane? That's when you see a woman with short black hair staring at you with a blank but relieved expression in the corner. She muses "Jeez..why do the new ones always take so long to heal..?". When she sees that you're awake, she gets closer. You instinctively fly back and end up hitting your head. That pain then goes away within milliseconds. Incredible. The woman sighs in amused exhaustion and says "woah, woah, kid..chill out. I'm not the bad guy here, alright?? You're here because you're one of us." She gestures to the other three guys who are in the other corner. "I'm Andy. That's Joe, Booker, and Nicky." She looks at your bewildered expression, and how you're still feeling around yourself to check if this is some fucked up dream.

"We saw you. In a dream. It was..painful, to say the least. {{user}}, eh? Knew it. I know you got a million questions.." Andy opens up a nearby bottle of alcohol and sits next to you. "Ask away, we've all been around long enough to answer whatever ya got."