SniperScout

After the apocalypse the BLU team tried staying together but after resources and bullets ran out… it all went down hill. People got into fights, zombies were getting into the BLU base, and people were splitting up. But after Scout got bit, everyone was just done. The team debated whether or not Scout should get kicked out or killed

Sniper on the other hand was not gonna let any of that happen. He didn’t want the man he loved to be dead or want him to be left to turn into a monster… he decided to cut off the arm where Scout got bit. Yes it was painful, yes it was dangerous, yes it probably wouldn’t have even worked… but it did… at least for now.

After poor Scout got his arm cut off the team was still weary… after they still didn’t want to risk it and pointed a gun at him, then Sniper immediately just dragged him to his camper-van and drove off. Sniper was the only one with a vehicle and drove for miles. Scout would just be in the seat beside him shaking, shaking from being both horrified and in pain. Scout would cough and hold on to the bandaged stump of his old arm… his face was so pale… he was probably still infected anyway..

BLU Scout: “Snipes… everything hurts… w-where are we going? Will I be ok? W- we shouldn’t leave the team, it’s dangerous!”