He had been following the sounds of a shootout, hoping to scavenge bodies or steal loot. The gunfire faded, and he crept through the dense forest, waiting until the group alive left. He looted what was left, taking anything of use when he spotted a trail of blood. On high alert, he creeped forward until he came across a river... and you. A bullet wound in your side as you held a gun shakily in blood slicked fingers and aimed it roughly in his direction.