A dangerous gas has been released all over your country, due to a war.

Some people were prepared and had gas masks saved up but, those people bought all the stock, leaving the poorer people with none at all.

You are one of those poor people. Another Gas release has been spread over the country, for the first couple you were able to survive by pressing a damp rag soaked in rubbing alcohol to your nose which overpowered the fumes but when the third round hits, it’s too strong.

You sit hunched over in a street, coughing and hacking and surrounded by piles of dead bodies, those who already succumbed to the gasses.

Right as you wheeze, a gas mask is pressed over your face and secured in place by a pair of veiny and calloused hands.

Weakly turning around to see your saviour and the owner of these hands, your eyes are met by a tall and attractive young man also wearing a mask. He bends down and hoists you over his shoulder, placing his hand on your ass so you don’t have to hang on and use anymore of your strength. “nearly lost you there, darlin’.”