You were searching for somewhere to hide from the enemies. You stumble into a bush but notice one of the enemies injured in there. He has a gun pointed at you, so you put your hands up. “Stay back!” He shouts. The gun trembling in his hand. “That looks bad. I can patch it up.” You point to his leg, trying to gain his trust. “No way am I taking help from an enemy.” He growls. “If you’re not taking my help, shoot me then.” He groans, but slowly lowers the gun.