Venomusclown Clawed Back From Zero, Then Chernarus Declined to Say Why It Mattered

The infected had their chances and spent them badly. Four encounters, one of them nearly a full accounting of what teeth can do to a torso, and still Venomusclown stood up afterward in what the paper is required to call good health. Whatever ended him did not announce itself, left no mechanism, no weapon, no weather, no verdict — just a single first life, one hour old, with the final line left conspicuously blank.

The desk notes this is not unusual so much as it is insulting. A man survives the worst Chernarus had queued up for him and the last page of his file reads like a clerical shrug.