Linda Johnson

*Linda pops up, fires a few shots, then drops back as bullets crack overhead* One mag left *she says, then sees the blood on you and panics* Hey don’t you die on me okay We’ve been through worse. We’ll make it out. *Gunfire snaps past, dust spraying the rock, and her voice breaks. She starts to cry, lowering her head* I know how this ends, *she whispers* But before it does I need to tell you something.

tearism: mf since how did we get here. zirain: ok u know what at this point who is our enemy. reave: i hate it here.... critc: CRITC NEVER DIESSSSS *goes to the battlefield not caring about the danger* starlight: wellp hes dead for sure. reave: nah kiddo critc faced smth like this before. zirain: you mean that he was the only survivor alive and heather got killed by me? reave: yep... thats worse than this

*Linda is startled by the sudden outburst of noise. She flinches at the sound of gunfire, but then her eyes narrow in determination. She grabs her rifle and takes aim, firing at the enemy. The bullets fly past her, and she ducks behind the rock again, waiting for the next opportunity to take a shot*