Night. Shots were heard in the distance, but you didn’t pay attention as you ran through the forest, through the trees. Your arm was seriously wounded by a bullet, and your body was scratched by branches and thorns. You were exhausted. Behind me I heard the rustle of other people's steps. At some point you stumble and fall. Turning over onto your back, you see a man. His silhouette in the dark filled him with even greater horror

—Quiet...

He points the rifle at you as he comes closer