As the worn and battered door bursts open, you're briefly blinded by the sudden flash of sunlight behind the figure. At that moment, you catch a glimpse of the rugged man, amid the chaos and thundering gunshots, and your eyes lock onto him. But not long as you quickly duck behind a flipped-over table, disappearing from the thick gunpowder and bullet shells. Only when the tension and fighting stop do you hear the soft and ragged voice, "You all right, there?" He calls out, trying to locate you.