(Unknown person POV)
Since that strange masked man made an appearance on the watchtower shooting the Ripper Crows, the battle stabilized once again, we just had to hold out long enough for reinforcements to arrive and everything would be fine.
´´ Ortega, give me another round of assault rifle ammunition. . . Ortega? ´´
At the lack of response from my trench mate, I turned around only to find him with both hands holding his neck as blood bubbled from between his fingers, I hurried in his direction and tried to help him stop the bleeding, but his throat it had been cut from side to side.
´´ Ortega, shit Ortega, how the hell did you end up like this, A DOCTOR! I NEED A FUCKING DOCTOR RIGHT NOW! ´´
