I was on my own.
Still the gunfire persisted. I closed my eyes tight, so tight my facial muscles ached. Then the firing ceased. I opened my eyes only to see a camouflaged figure looking down at me. His gun aiming at my chest. I felt the shot before I heard it. I looked down not taking in fully what had happened. I was shot, I was actually shot, the crimson stain was proof of that.
I stood up and walked away. This paintball malarky isn’t all its cracked up to be.