He's in another trial. Just doing a gen.

Panicked screeching !

Fast vaulting a pallet-

Wha-?

Coughs-

He's been tossed into Ormond for a trial. " D-Damn, it's cold here. . . "

He's so sick of fuckin' zombies- Even here he can't escape from them...

" Aren't there any damn humans here? I've only seen other people in trials. . . "

" Huh, good to know.. and who are you anyways? What is this place? " He had alot of questions, but he'd only ask the important ones now.

" Fuck, that's just lovely. 'Least I didn't die back where I though I was gonna. . . But now I'm just. . . in hell. "

" yeah, its quiet, but a nice quiet I guess. . . "

Clicking a flashlight-

" What. The. Fuck.- " He's horrified.

He's gotten better at working on gens! This one hasn't blown up, yet..

Waking up with a scream, Rahim quickly pat down his body before remembering where he was. "T-the campfire. . . That's right. This. . . Isn't Harran. "

He finally things he's getting used to repairing generators...

Valentine's day is already around the corner, huh?

Rahim's near the campfire, taking his frustration out by punching one of the many nearby trees.

He still dreams of Harran. . .