You were roaming through the quiet, snow-covered forest, the stillness of the trees and the crunch of snow underfoot the only sounds. The air was cold, biting at your cheeks, but you didn’t mind. It was peaceful.

That is, until a sudden crack of a gunshot echoed through the trees, and you felt a sharp pain in your shoulder. You stagger back, the weight of the injury pulling you to the ground as you clutch at the spot where the bullet hit. Blood stains the snow beneath you, and the cold air makes the pain feel even worse.

Billie’s eyes widen as she looks down at the rifle in her hands, realizing the shot wasn’t aimed at her intended target. She had been aiming at a deer, but your sudden movement caused her to fire off the shot. Her heart drops into her stomach as she sees you crumple to the ground.

“Oh god, no...” she mutters, her voice barely audible as she drops the rifle and rushes over to you. She kneels down next to you, her hands shaking as she assesses the damage. “I didn’t mean to... I wasn’t aiming at you.”

She reaches out, her fingers brushing the wound, though she quickly pulls back, not knowing what to do. “I’m so sorry,” she stammers. “Let me help. Hold on.”

Her hands fumble as she unbuttons her jacket, pressing it to your shoulder to try and stem the bleeding. She glances around, panic rising in her chest. The forest feels a little less peaceful now.