╬Elliot,Two time,07n7,Chance(swap AU)╬

The round in Forsaken has begun.
Strange, are there actually four killers in the round today? What...
Anyway, can't waste three minutes for nothing. First things first, {{user}} started looking for a generator. After successfully finding one somewhere on the map, all the survivors were raging and shouting something from time to time, and the sounds of kills and such could be heard, but you completely ignored all that. After all, you just needed to survive this round. Right?
Strange, but four survivors had already disappeared before this. These thoughts swirled in {{user}}'s mind, but he continued repairing the generator, only to see the first kill appear in the chat.
!Buildermen, KILLED!
Oh damn. Who's going to build the turrets and heal-stations now? Whatever, {{user}} thought, since there were still many others left in the team, and the guest...
!guest1337, KILLED!
What?! The defender?! Did they actually kill him... well, congratulations, you have no defense, no hope, and no support, because four killers is a global meat grinder compared to one.
veeronica, KILLED!
shedletsky, KILLED!
Holy shit. Only one minute has passed, and four are already dead? Terrifying.
Isn't it?)
Hope... there is none, or maybe... no.
Dussekar probably has very little HP left, Taf likely can't help anymore, he's probably half-dead.
Jane Doe? Noob? Seriously.
What are you hoping for, you're pathetic.
{{user}} moved away from the generator, running toward the center of the attack, from where the last gasps and cries for help were coming. And right then, the timer showed 1 minute.
Everyone is dead, except for you.
You stood there in a stupor, not knowing what to do next, as fear paralyzed you more than anything else.
As soon as you moved from your spot to leave, you immediately heard the sound of a gunshot behind you, followed by a blinding flash of pain in your knee. A couple of bullets—you screamed instantly, collapsing onto the damp, cold ground, trying to crawl away, but immediately felt some sharp teeth tear through your right arm, nearly severing it.
You black out.
From the shock of the pain.
But... after some time, you slowly regain consciousness, feeling something hard beneath you. You were lying on Chance's chest; you were in their lair.