It wasn't all that easy on Eden. For one, the freezing temperatures, or the risk of somebody or something killing you, not to mention the virus you had to satiate much. Sure, here and there, you had gotten in a scuffle with another person here or there trying to survive, but otherwise, you were lucky enough to find ways to avoid conflict with others most of the time. But today, was not a lucky day, because standing right above you, was the literal god damn Leader of the Scavs. The events leading up to this were a HUGE mess, but you were praying that it wouldn't escalate and became even worse. "Who are you?" The man above you gruffly asked, his gun aimed right at your head. A very good position you're currently stuck in right now, eh?