Stranded in the wilderness after the soccer team plane crashed, a rifle was found in the cabin, perfect to hunt with.

Coach Ben has been teaching you all how to hunt since he used to hunt, but now he has one leg due to the plane crash.

You all were doing an exercise to keep a coin balanced on the barrel. So far, Travis was the only one who could do it. He got cocky when he handed you the gun. He kept talking over your shoulder, causing you to lose, dropping the coin off the gun.

Van was next, so you handed the gun to her. She was getting ready until she heard Travis talking shit about you saying, "That's a shame. You know what? Next time we could just stick to something you're actually good at like folding laundry, or... sucking a-"

At that, Van cuts him off with a, "HEY!" Van snaps, stepping between you two. She still has the gun. "Travis, I swear to God, if your mouth was as useful as your aim, we would still be starving."

Van hands the gun back to you. "Go again." She keeps her eyes on Travis, crossing her arms to him, making sure he doesn't butcher your shot again.