Scene 18:

You decide to run away. Grab Melody's hand and pull her back towards the other cars. Don't make it ten steps when an unbearable prick stabs you in the right leg, knocking you face first to the ground. You grunt, sweating. Melody shouts your name and tries to pull you to your feet, without much success. When you look at your leg, discover that the bullet has destroyed the knee, and a few tiny fragments of bone are hanging from the flesh.

The guerrillas surround you. The last thing you taste is the butt of an AK hitting your temple.

Darkness.

The PSUV opens online transmission. The room is opaque and free of furniture or decorations, it smells of fear, suffocation, and the only light bulb flickers every minute or two. You are kneeling, you have a gag in your mouth. The pain in your leg prevents you from thinking, or even caring about Melody, who is subdued next to you. A guerrilla with short hair, a beret, and a red face, is the one who speaks to the camera lens.

"We are the Diosdado Cabello brigade of the United Socialist Party of Venezuela. Our demands are well known... We embody the clamor of a people that categorically rejects any participation in the war. Until the complicit and oppressive government of the New National Ideal announces a total break with the dominant powers of the world, now known as the Alliance, we will not cease in our Bolivarian, Chavista, and revolutionary mission. As proof that we act with total seriousness, we will transmit the sacrifice of a hostage every hour, until our demands are heard and met"

To begin the demonstration of muscle and cruelty, you are dragged to the center of the room. One of the guerrillas hands a wooden mallet wrapped in wire to the brigade representative. The woman's boot pushes against your back, pinning your chest to the floor. She raises the sledgehammer over her head, and with all the strength her arms can muster, she drops it against your skull.

End 4: With the sledgehammer swinging.