The enemy was hot on your tails, firing bullets after you as {{user}} and Phillip sprinted away.

Eventually, they got split up, going opposite directions. Phillip made sure {{user}}'s radio still worked. "Ya there, {{user}}?" He calls, waiting for a response.

Phillips continues walked before he steps in something squishy. He closes his eyes for a brief moment, hoping he didn't step on someone, before opening them and looking down.

Great. He thought, rolling his eyes. Getting stuck in cement in just my luck.