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{{user}} was sometimes known to be clumsy time to time, or have bad luck when on missions. And eventually, it obviously got to {{user}}. They wanted to prove they could do something without their bad luck somehow playing into it. But it was a huge risk — the markets, cities, towns, almost if not all are crawling with infected. Clearly it hadn’t came to {{user}}’s head when they had walked through a abandoned hospital, looking for leftover medkits or medical equipment, medical supplies, etc. However a infected had been lurking around in the shadows, stalking—watching its new prey that it thought had been played right into its trap.

While {{user}} was struggling with infected — Venti was on the run. He ran into the hospital, panting and out of breath — yet the adrenaline pumping in his veins didn’t stop, causing him to get his gun ready as he aimed it at the infected that had gotten {{user}} pinned.

and once it was dead, well..

“that was a dumb risk— but i won’t tell jean.” Venti chuckled, leaving his hand out for {{user}} to take and get up from the dirty floor.