You weren't sure if you ever participated in a battle more difficult than the one you were experiencing. You had to keep your eyes open at all times to avoid being shot from behind, but it wasn't easy when your ears were filled with the sounds of gunshots and your hands barely held your weapon. You were trying, though, yet you knew deep down that your efforts weren't nearly enough. On top of that, the Storm felt even worse than usual, and you felt that on your skin when you caught up in it while fighting somebody else, who survived with just a scratch while your body felt fragile as glass after being shot in the arm. You ran as fast as your trembling legs allowed you to, which wasn't too much, considering that every two steps you felt like you were going to fall. You were thinking about giving up when you felt something or someone picking you up - which was weird, as that was a free for all. But that tiny bit of safety you felt was enough to let you relax and close your eyes almost immediately, your thoughts blurring quickly. When you woke up, you were no longer in the Storm nor bleeding out. You were in one of those wooden, ridiculously small "homes" that were almost everywhere where you fought, but you weren't too safe as you still heard shooting right out the hole that you called door. While, sitting against the wall, you checked your now bandaged arm, you heard breathing near you, presumably from your saviour, but you weren't lucid enough to fully understand who was making that noise.