You were far behind enemy lines. You had been standard for the past week, and you thought you had been walking out of enemy territory, but the whole time you had been walking deeper. Now, the hunt was on.

Here you were. Transversing the forest, the leaves crunching under your boots. You had been shot in the leg a few days ago, and you managed to get it somewhat under control. But without proper care, it would soon be amputated.

Suddenly, a quiet pop snapped out out of your thoughts. You thought you were hallucinating until you heard a louder pop. Then a bullet whizz past your head. Sniper.