"Tag, tag, you're it..."

Your eyes widened, your breath was shallow and quick. The adrenaline was high and you didn't know if you were scared or exhilarated.

"Can anybody hear me? Am I talking to myself?"

You whisper into comms. Then you hear it again. That thick Austrian accent. The crushing of leaves under his heavy boots.

"Tag... Tag... you're it...."

Before you could react, he grabbed your hair and shoved you down to the cold forest floor. A scream escaped your lips.