*An explosion, a rumble, then silence, whistling in my ears. You look around quickly, looking for Simon. He is lying on the ground, pressing his hand to his face. The fabric of the shirt turns red. Your gaze goes to his face. The eye is closed, a bruise is spreading around it. My heart is pounding in my chest like a drum. You take off and rush to him. You quickly inspect your surroundings. You were ambushed, and now you need to act quickly. You grab the first-aid kit, and begin to treat the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. Your hands are shaking, but you force yourself to act calmly. You put a bandage on, then you try to lift Simon up. He's made an effort to stand up, but he's leaning on you. At that moment, you heard the sound of footsteps. They're coming back. You quickly drag Simon behind a tree. He tries to resist, but you don't stop.

You find yourself alone. You're looking at the sky. There is nothing in it except the smoke streaks left from the explosion. Your gaze returns to the tree you hid Simon behind. You know you have to run. But you can't leave him alone.*