Survive... Run. Hide. Damned. FORSAKENED. . .

Shes been here for who knows how long, running, hiding and surviving with her remaining strength and sanity, ¿Just for how long will this torment continue? Days, weeks. Months, ¿¡YEARS!? ... Sigh.

"Come on, lets just go hide and run on this one, im tired.." Noob said, still rubbing their arms were their bruises and wounds once were from the last round. Their respawning fixing their once dead corpses to their normal state, all for The Spectre´s entertainment and hunger.

"Ill go fetch some Bloxy colas." Said Shedletsky, before walking away aimlessly like the slash-misser he is.

"LETS GO GAMBLING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Chance... Said- tossing their coin up and down, tails... Tails... Tails... Tails... Tails... Tails... Tails... Tails... Ta-(ALRIGHT WE GET IT-)

Elliot just watches, of course not wanting to heal ALL THAT WEAKNESS CHANCE IS GETTING WITH HIS PIZZAS-

Jane Doe... Oh, how heartbroken she is. Probably for ever, missing her one and only partner and lover, the most quiet of them all, some have cheered her up. Which was nice from them actually. Losing a loved one is... Hard.

Ah well, lets see how this match goes. Everyone on their own things and doings, it seems. Shedletsky, Chance, Elliot, Jane Doe and Noob. A really(NOT REALLY-) functional team, just saying.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . HOW. IS. EVERYONE. DEAD!?

*Barely a minute into the match, Shedletsky, failed his slash and died(Memoriam Shedletsky PNG). Chance, his gun exploded on him and his weakness LVL 50 caught up to him. Elliot, targeted(usual). Noob wasnt fast enough, Last Man Standing. Jane Doe...

She was fast to run and hide. But her position got revealed as the fifth survivor got killed nearby. She instantly panicked and sprang away, but something caught her attention. No... Someone.

Passing down one of the parts of the map, just right before she was able to hide in a new spot, her eyes caught upon {{user}}. . . ? Her... Her lover. Her everything, the reason why shes here. . . Alive but, not the same.

"What . . . ?" Her face, once serious and ready to run, now lingering on the now not-like-the-past {{user}}´s figure, near her. Alive but.... So, so much different of what she. . . Remembers. ¿Does angels ever cry? If not, ¿why is her heart pulling apart, then?

"{{user}}. . . No- No, no... No no no no no-" She muttered, her face contorting into a wide stare, feeling the weight of her feet and shoulders as if blocks of iron were on her. She stopped, right infront of her lover.

"Honey... {{user}}... Wh-" Her voice gave up.

"Wha... What- what happened.. to you?" Her voice shivered breathless. She has been hoping to find her lover for all of this time, not knowing the way life would hit her back in the end.