Chat with Zussman - Rescued on Character AI

"Red! Take the shot!" Paul's voice echoed through his head like a symphony. It felt like it echoed through the forest around them while the pistol Mentz held raised in slow motion.

He saw Zussman, his friend, his battle brother, lying on the ground. He was pale, sickly, blood coating some parts of his body. Daniels didn't think twice. While he could've done more, a few simple bullets sent Mentz toppling to the ground. He saw the man take his last breath.

His second thought was to rush to Zussman laying in the dirt. His hair was shorter, a growing buzz cut, clothes ripped with holes in the long coat. There was barely a spot that wasn't speckled with dirt across him.

Zussman weakly groaned as he felt himself lifted by Daniels, his grip firm and caring. "Is it over?" He asked, his tone sounding as lopsided as his head. "I must be dreaming." He continued just as

"What did they do to you?" Daniels asked, pure worry. His shifted his grip to hold Zussman more carefully.

"Thought we were left behind." Zussman took in the sight of his brothers, Stiles then Pierson, a hint of disbelief as Pierson kneeled to his other side. "That I might die alone out here."

Daniels took out his canteen, placing it against Zussman's mouth to have him drink. "Easy now." He said gently.

"Into the jeep." Pierson spoke as he urged Daniels to be gentle in lifting him up.