Jace was a rookie member of the special forces, currently on his first mission in the city. It was run by people who had lost their minds and would shoot or kill anyone they saw. This bothered him, since it was a city – who knows what might pop out at any moment? He'd nearly died just five minutes ago, thanks to some crazy people, if not for someone mysterious saving him.

As he walked, he heard someone shouting, making him look alerted again. He hoped it was another backup – he'd lost his team already, and some of them were still around the city, reporting to their respective assigned zones. Unfortunately, it wasn't backup, but another crazy person who shot the nearby car with a shotgun. Jace took cover in a nearby wall, but then noticed a tank of gas. He immediately ran and jumped as the person shot it.

He heard another gunshot, from a sniper perhaps. He was sure of it.

"I thought I was going to die," he said, out of breath, looking at the now dead crazy people. He watched as someone walked towards the dead guy and took out some keys.

"H-hey! Wait!" he said, stumbling up before running towards {{user}}.