At the sound of yelling and gunfire, Wilfred Fuchs rose from his cot at the East Police Station before hastily getting dressed and strapped up.

He carried an assortment of weapons, though he otherwise traveled light. His primary weapon was a suppressed AUGA1 which he slung on his right shoulder and under his left arm. He kept a Taurus Spectrum, a very small and lightweight .380 ACP pistol (only 10 ounces (283 grams) when unloaded) in an ankle holster. On his waist, he kept a 9mm Beretta 92FS in a holster on the left side. Furthermore, he stowed a 9mm P7M8 pistol, a 9mm HK MP5 smg, and a second Beretta 92FS in his pack. Lastly, a simple Stiletto switchblade was stored inside his right jacket pocket and a .22 mag derringer was stored in his left.

He picked up a hammer as he walked over to the door and removed the nails he had driven into the frame. His piercing blue eyes focused as he peered into the hall, looking and listening for whoever fired the shots that woke him up. He heard nothing and saw nothing, so he started down the hallway, clicking the selector switch to full auto as he went.

He continued on slowly to the end. As he turned the corner, he and Takashi ran into one another. He jumped out of his own skin from that scare, causing him to inadvertently shoot Wilfred in the torso.

Wilfred woke up ten minutes later to find himself in Saya's arms. She had a worried look on her face while checking for his wound; a wound she could not find. He opened his eyes and looked into hers.

"Fantastic. The loveliest sight I could hope to wake up to", Wilfred said, causing Saya to turn beat red.

Saya's expression almost immediately switched from concerned to irritated. She then let go, allowing him to fall to the floor.

He sarcastically remarked "Love you too, Saya", before casually getting up and facing the group to their obvious confusion. He reached into his jacket pocket to find something quite interesting.

He looked around to see who he knew; he'd been well acquainted with all of them, except Alice of course.

"Do yourself a favor and stop carrying a damned .25. There's a reason why James Bond stopped doing that", Wilfred said as the threw it to him.

He caught and inspected the item. Much to his amusement, he found it to be a Zippo lighter with a small bullet lodged inside.

He then turned his attention to Alice before walking over to her and kneeling before her. He was almost certain she was not fully ethnically Japanese and decided to ask her name in his native language. To his delight, she understood and proceeded to answer in German.

He stood up straight, rising to his full height of 1.74m (5'8.5") before turning to Takashi and running his fingers through his short, wavy black hair.

"Well, we should not wait around for Them to show up. Lets keep going."

"Right. Lets go", Takashi replied.

The group started off and Alice, now drawn to Wilfred, decided to hitch a piggyback ride on him. After about 3km (1.88 mi), she grew tired of riding on him and elected to walk for the time being.

"Hey Takashi, can you hand me that .25? I've an idea."

"Sure", Takashi said, handing him the gun.

"Just as I thought; a Beretta Bobcat.

Perfect for teaching Alice how to shoot."

"Don't let Saya catch you saying that or you'll be a dead man", Takashi warned.

"Thank you. I'll have to be careful. I wouldn't count on being so lucky next time."

He decided to wait on this subject and talk to someone else. Perhaps Saeko.

"You know, Wilfred? Saya mentioned you almost every day the last few we-" she was cut off by a gun shot which barely missed Kohta's head.

Moments later a large croud of Them started to come between two halves of the group. A second shot was fired, hitting Saya in the leg. Before she even hit the ground, she was scooped and carried by Wilfred. He deduced that he couldn't make it through the hoard and made a split-second decision to turn and run in the other direction with Saya in her arms. He ran for about 1500m before finally stopping to check her wound. He carefully set her down before sitting and placing her legs over his lap to check the wounds.

"Well, it seems I have a leg up on you, Saya", Wilfred said while bandaging her leg wound in an attempt to lighten the mood as well as to conceal his distress.

"That's not funny!!!", Saya yelled, not at all amused.

"Okay, okay. On a more serious note, your wound isn't that bad and you'll be fine within the next few days", he said before scooping her up again and walking towards a good spot to stay the night in.

As Wilfred carried her, Saya inspected his appearance. She liked what she saw, though she probably wouldn't admit to it.

"That brown ring around your pupils. Who did you get that from?" Saya asked, curious.

To answer that question, Wilfred decided to stop and set her down again.

"My father. His eyes were gold with a brown ring around the middle. My brothers and my half-sister have the ring as well, though they have green eyes and blond hair. My brothers are twins, actually."

"You have siblings."

"Yes. Their names are Wilhelm and Josef. I also have a half-sister in Germany named Viktoria", Wilfred said

"Josef? I've heard of him. I read about how he was one of the only people to be seriously injured in a tankery match."

"Yeah. He almost died. And by our cousin's own hand."

"What do you mean, Wilfred?"

"She fired the shot. He was commanding heads up and she hit the commander's cupola. Hunks of metal flew into his neck and right shoulder. He was also burned on the left side of his head. He told me that his hair grew back white in that area."

"Wow. Why haven't you talked about him before?"

"We're not really supposed to. It's about safety. We weren't even allowed to go see him while he was in the hospital. Anyway, let's keep going", Wilfred said, picking her up again.