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In a month's time, I was finally ship shape. It turns out the reason I had muscle pain was that they got torn all over from the outside influence that transformed me. It's a good thing I thought to come here, too, because I'm pretty sure this is one of the few places in the known Multiverse that could fix me up. I was also glad because Nurse Carisa got me an Xbox 360 and a copy of Left 4 Dead. She even told me about three others, two girls and a guy, that also had it. We formed a troop called "The Chroma Survivors" and with our skills and my tactics, we kicked a** beyond all measure.

I figured that I should tell them I would be leaving soon. I started up and logged on at 16:30 like we always did and fitted the headset on. In the Safe Room, I said, "Hey guys, I've got bad news." They turned to me and Blue Beast, our shotgunner, said, "What's up, Red?" (Red Rain is my screen name.)
"This is my last run with you guys. I'm being discharged tomorrow."
"Aw, dude! That blows!" Blue exclaimed.
"You were the best tactician and grenadier I've ever played with. I'll never forget when those O2 cans you set up wiped out thirty Infected and a Tank." said White Witch, our sharp-shooter.
"Hey, if you ever get the crap kicked out of you again, hit us up. We're always game." Green Grinder, the machine-gunner and turreteer told me.

"I'll cherish our bond and friendship, and if I ever get caught in another zombie apocalypse, I want to get stuck with you guys." I said tearfully. I sniffed and wiped my eyes, saying, "So, whaddaya say? One last campaign, hardest difficulty?"
Everyone said yes. "Awesome. Okay, Blue take point, Green rear, White mid-rear about face, and I'll take mid front. Got it?"
"Copy that, Red." they replied in unison. I popped my neck and knuckles and we readied our weapons. "Chroma Survivors, head out!"