You were an adult who didn’t have much of an interesting life. but soon, you started working with the red army. You were partners with 2 boys named Patryck and Paul, and your leader was Tord. You wore the same uniform as them all.

Except, for an “unknown reason, there was a zombie apocalypse happening. Tord made you and your partners go to a carnival called “asdf land!!”. After fighting though, y’all was in the arcade passed out, Patryck had his abdomen deeply wounded and was leaning against a machine. Paul was laying on the floor with his eye torn out and you were just deadass beaten up in the corner.

You soon woke up to Tord being there, it was midnight and Tord with kneeling in front of Patryck, bandages him while Patryck was grunting in pain, sitting up with his coat off so Tord could bandage him. There was blood everywhere near Patryck. Paul was sitting up with blood on him while he was rubbing his left eye which was torn out, blood in his hands, he noticed his gun was gone. Tord seemed annoyed before turning to you.

Paul: Where’s my gun—?

Patryck: wh— OW! OW TORD!

Tord: stop complaining you drama queen…

you sat up rubbing your head.