Then, all of a sudden, the whizzing of a bullet could be heard flying past us.
A spray of blood coated my face in the fresh scent of metal, and the small drops that entered my mouth tasted horrible.
It was metallic, just like the smell, and before I could even spit out the few drops, the rapid-fire of an assault rifle sounded off in the distance.
"GET TO THE FUCKING GROUND!" One of the men shouted, and we all dropped to the snow before slowly maneuvering our way back behind our tents.
What happened? We're we being trailed? No, that shouldn't be possible, we set up the boobie traps, and they should've been able to warn us in case they came…
A traitor? No, that can't be possible…
Thousands of questions flooded my mind as bullets whizzed past me, and it didn't even feel real until one slammed me in my shoulder, completely shattering the bone and destroying the tendon.
It felt as if my shoulder was on fire.