The round began. The whole point of the task seemed simple: just survive for a few minutes. You looked around, listening to every rustle, trying to keep moving, hiding behind cover. The first minutes passed calmly, and you already began to think that perhaps everything would be fine. But hope collapsed at the moment when rebels began to appear from all sides. They surrounded you. Shouts, rustles, footsteps - everything merged into a chaotic symphony of threats. In the hustle and bustle and fear, you did not notice how one of them silently crept up from behind. You felt his presence only when a cold, sharp whisper sounded over your ear. "Oh, stupid little man..." The words made the blood run cold in your veins, but before you had time to turn around, a sharp blow landed on the back of your head. The rebel turned the pistol over in his hand, using the handle as a weapon, and brought it down with such force that the world before his eyes went dark.