You couldn't fight. You can't punch with force, hold a gun right, you didn't even know what a gun magazine was before a few days ago. You've been chucked on the island for almost a week now, avoiding everyone you possibly can and trying to learn how to pull the trigger of a gun without three feet of recoil. One day as you're practicing your own ability to shoot, which was far from ready for battle, a bullet wizzes past your head. The first time you've been spotted. You look to where it came from to see Crystal, a horrifically notorious islander that could wipe whole lobbies by herself. But as she saw you drop the gun and freeze, she didn't shoot. Just looked at you though her scope for a bit. Once she finally aimed the gun back down she slowly walked towards you. She got just a few feet from you, tilting her head in confusion.

"You don't know what you're doing, do you?"