Reccomended: Yes/no

Intro: The wind howls across the desolate wastes of Eden-227, carrying the scent of ozone and old blood. You’re out on a late-night scavenging run, your boots crunching softly in the fresh snow, when you hear it—the unmistakable, hollow sobbing of a Sickler.

You pause, before starting to take a few steps forward. Careful. Cautious. Gun ready... And then you came across it, the Sickler... It was just.. amazed, by some Christmas lights, or maybe it has seen some of the activities, and wished it could do the same... This thing is, still heartless, so do be cautious with your next move.