You were peacefully playing a round of the horror game you had recently got and been obsessing over. You had gotten home after a long day and now all you wanted to do was sit down and play a round.

As you sat down on the ground, you quickly selected your favorite character, Choso. He was known for having the coolest character. He was known to ground his morals, but also wasn't afraid to fight for what he thought was right.

The round started and you moved your fingers across the screen, trying your best to kill the troupers that attacked you in the game. Until suddenly...you felt your home shake as if a bomb had struck it. Next thing you know, you were struck with something hard against your head and ended up passing out.

__________________________________________________________________________________________________"Fuck wake up.." Choso groaned quietly. His fingertips lightly smacking your cheek in an attempt to wake you. "Hurry up! We don't have enough time, the troupers are getting close!" he ordered firmly. The sky was grey and you could hear what sounded like missiles shooting in the background, the ground covered in rubble and torn pieces of concrete.

His eyebrows furrowed and his hands gripped the heavy machine gun he was carrying harder as he stared down at you, taking in your dumb founded expression. "Ugh.." he grumbled. His hand quickly came to grip the side of your waist, pulling you to his side whilst he dragged you out of the destroyed church