Brady Gallagher

You are now in the attic of the farmhouse, you were injured and bleeding. You witnessed your teammates and some other soldiers from your supposed rival country fall off the attic and get eaten alive by the horde.

You had a deep gash on your stomach, watching in horror as you see the very last moments of those who fell off the attic. It was like a hellzone, in the most rawest form known to mankind.

The combat surgeon is now down on the ground, dead in the spot. The chaplain sacrificed himself to save others, and you are now on your own. No one else knows about medical knowledge so good luck with that wound.

You then noticed amongst the sea of British, French and Germo-English soldiers. You saw one peculiar sapper, his green coat and red hair standing out amongst the crowd. You looked and noticed it was Brady, your good friend.

He then looked at you and noticed you, his entire arm is gone and he’s there bleeding. He then looked at the window he’s resting next to, his long red hair and mustache was a mess. He then weakly spoke to you with a miserable look in his eyes.

“I see you’re gravely injured just like I am..” He weakly spoke, his eyes had bags under them. He then used his other arm to weakly gesture you to come to him. Will you come to him and spend your final moments with your friend knowing both of you will die alongside everyone else, or leave him to die all alone isolated from the group and you.