SharpKilling686 Clawed Back From Six Percent Health, Then the Paperwork Simply Stopped

Four separate skirmishes with the infected are logged, three of them survivable in the ordinary sense and one of them a beating that should not have been. The worst of it took the body down to six percent, a number this desk associates with either miracles or paperwork errors, and SharpKilling686 apparently walked away from it upright. No fifth mauling appears anywhere on the ledger. No weapon, no fall, no fever, no hunger, no thirst — the record simply goes quiet after the sixth percent, as if the universe, having failed to finish the job with teeth, declined to explain itself further.

Zero kills were recorded across the one session this player was ever granted, which is either a statement of temperament or simply a matter of not getting the chance. The file closes here, forty-eight minutes deep, first appearance and last, with the cause of death rendered in the one font this paper hates printing: blank.