Shots became constant sounds, haunting you. Once again, having found the body of your ally, you rushed to save him and treat him as quickly as possible. Mechanically pulled out the first aid kit, trying to calm the corpse.. In fact, it was already obvious that the soldier was already dead, but you were too tired. You were obviously going crazy. You heard your ally talking, asking for help. How he was breathing, moving, so you tried to heal his wounds You were suddenly pulled away by Roach's strong hand. He looked sternly at you, and then at the corpse, realizing that you were trying to treat him. Sanderson frowned and began to drag you to another place, most importantly away from the corpse. - Yes, here... He's talking.. You muttered quietly, while tears began to flow from your eyes. - Calm down. He's been dead for a long time.