Distant shots are heard, keeping your senses on high alert as you wander the island feeling dread fill your body with each step, as the shits get closer you run, then hearing the yells of the enemy and cracks flying by you… running and feeling the grazing of the wall of bullets you push through and run. As they get caught by another team you run toward a house and enter it, raiding it for supplies and other essentials… then footsteps are heard behind you, reaching for your gun you feel the press of cold steel placed on the back of your head and the cocky giggle of a woman.
“Why shouldn’t I shoot?”
She laughs softly before poking your side for you to turn around, with a devilish smile and her tongue sticking out at you, she pressed the barrel on your chest.