Ellie sighed and picked up the healthkit. It was still stocked with supplies and she spied a small, red syringe in the back of it. Taking it out, she turned it around and read the label.

"Inject into open wounds, use only a small amount. Effects start immediately."

Shrugging, she used the syringe and injected the wounds on her leg. Immediately, she could feel a burning sensation all throughout her leg. I was bearable at first, but became burning hot. She yelled and Mundy came running out of the bathroom.

"What the hell happened?"

"AhhhAAGGGH!"

Ellie hissed and grabbed the couch. The pain was traveling throughout her whole body. Had the syringe been a trap? Mundy watched as her wounds seemed to fix themselves. The open cuts on her legs and arms sealed up and her broken bone corrected itself. He took off his hat and put his hand on his forehead.

"What the bloody hell just happened?" He laughed and poked her leg. "It's healed!"

Ellie groaned and sat up. Testing out her leg, a wave of nausea made her dry heave. Thankfully, she hadn't eaten anything the entire day. Mundy scooched backwards.

"Don't throw up on me."

"I'm not trying to!" She got up and wobbled. The pain still lingered, but it wasn't as bad as before. Breathing heavily, she stumbled to a chair and leaned on it. Closing her eyes, she waited for the vertigo to subside.

"Mate, you really shouldn't be putting random stuff in you."

"Well, it worked out didn't it?" She huffed and handed him the syringe. "Here, you've got some pretty bad cuts oh your arms. Heal up." Mundy grabbed the syringe and wavered.

"I'm going to regret this." Injecting himself with the needle, he hissed and dropped it. His jaw clenched and his face grew red. Ellie could tell he was trying to hold in the pain.

"Doing that makes it worse, you know." She went to grab the half-empty syringe. "You're lucky. At least you didn't break your leg." The sniper grumbled and straightened. He was sweating and wiped at his forehead.

"You weren't joking."

"What, you think I was playing pretend? I know I'm a wuss, but jeez." Ellie went to poke him in the ribs when she heard the sound of a gun revving up. Grabbing the Australian by his collar, she pulled the both of them to the ground. Seconds after, the windows in the house shattered.

"Minigun!" Mundy yelled and shimmied towards his rifle. "Ohh bugger. I can't get a good shot!" Motioning with his rifle, he started crawling towards the back of the house. "Backdoor, get to the backdoor!"

Ellie made a mad dash towards the back, narrowly avoiding the trail of bullets following her. Mundy threw the backdoor open and the two ran as fast as they could. A stray bullet grazed his leg and sent him tumbling to the ground. Cursing, he grabbed onto Ellie's extended hand and pulled himself up.

"Get behind the wall!" She yelled and dragged the Australian to safety. Wheezing, she grabbed his rifle and took aim. Firing, she hit the tank next to the house. It exploded and sent shrapnel everywhere. The gunfire stopped.

"Hey!"

"Gotcha!" She laughed, relieved and fanned herself. "Is your leg okay?" Mundy grumbled and took a look at his wound. It wasn't that bad, but it wasn't good either. His pants were caked with blood and dirt, but it didn't bother him. Testing his leg, he winced and sat back down.

"You got anymore of that healing stuff?" He asked.

"I think it's still in the house somewhere. There was no time to grab it, sorry." Ellie shrugged and dug through her pack. "I DO have some bandages and a little bit of ointment though." Cleaning his wound, she wrapped the gauze around it and tied it shut. "Can you manage?" He nodded tiredly and grabbed his rifle back and examined it for damage. Ellie frowned and nudged him. "Ohhh come on. I didn't break anything!" He gave her the side-eye and continued looking.

"We need to get somewhere high," Mundy sighed and peered around the corner. The remnants of the house had burst into flames. "So much for that," he sighed and adjusted his hat. "How safe are we?"

"I got it, I got it...I think we're clear, but then again that fire is messing up my sensors. I can't see behind its heat signature." She took off the glasses and smacked them. "Alright, that didn't work. Why don't we go towards the playground? It has some good cover."

"The playground."

"You got any better ideas?" She shook her head and headed towards the seesaw. Before she could even say it, Mundy scoffed.

"Absolutely not."

"You're no fun."

The two walked over to the playground's fort and climbed up. It wasn't big enough to fit the both of them, so Ellie stayed on the steps. Taking aim with her rifle, she fired four shots and ejected the empty magazine.

"Four more tagged. One's missing a leg." Handing her glasses over to Mundy, he took aim and fired. Ellie watched in awe as he quickly reloaded the rifle and fired again. He was way faster than she would ever be. After he was done firing, he glanced at Ellie and chuckled.

"What?"

Ellie smoothed her hair and motioned to his rifle. "How long have you been doing this?" He tilted his head and began to think.

"Five, maybe four years. Why?" Ellie huffed and placed her hands on her hips.

"You're just really good at it. Compared to you, I'm horrible." She laughed sadly and let her legs dangle off the side of the steps. "I could've killed those guys, you know. If my aim was better, you wouldn't have had to shoot them." She frowned and took out her pistol. "I'm out of rifle bullets anyways, so keep the glasses. I'll just watch your back while you do all the work."

Mundy paused and pressed his lips into a firm line. Turning around, he watched as four other mercenaries began fighting with each other. They were pretty far away, but they were preoccupied. Perfect targets. He watched as one of them smashed the other into the side of the wall, downing him. The other pulled out a small pistol and gunned down the man pursuing. Mundy was about to finish the rest of them off when he noticed the dust around their feet stir up. He did a double take.

"Mate, take a look. You see that?" He nudged Ellie and pointed.

"See what?"

"Look at the ground and the dust. There's footsteps appearing, but no one's bloody there!"

Ellie squinted and looked on in disbelief. She watched as the two left started swinging wildly. The one on the right suddenly keeled over and was thrown to the left. There was a knife stuck in his back. His partner tried to run, but was knocked backwards and fell down the well. Ellie gasped and stared.

"Mundy, what the hell did we just see?" She whispered. The Australian muttered to himself in disbelief.

"Whatever it was, it isn't good. We need to go." He jumped off the playground's fort and waited for Ellie to catch up.

"How long have we been in this deathmatch?" She wondered. "How many of us are left?" Mundy raised his eyebrows and looked at his watch.

"About four hours." The two came to a stop in front of a fountain. "This is too-GET DOWN!" He reached out and yanked Ellie to the floor. A knife flew over her head and into the wall. Spinning, around in circles, his eyes darted back and forth. "Get up!" Ellie scrambled to her feet and looked at where the knife had landed. It was gone.

"Mundy, back to back!" The two pulled out their guns and looked around. Out of nowhere, something swung and connected with Ellie's jaw. She was knocked into the fountain and her vision went hazy. Struggling to get up, she was hit again and groaned. Shakily, she grabbed her pistol and fired two shots. One of them must've connected because she heard a curse and watched as footsteps ran away from her.

"Bugger! God damnit!" Mundy pressed his back to the wall and grabbed his kukri. Before he even had a chance to swing it, he felt a fist slam into his gut. Doubling over, he dodged to the right and felt something dig into his shoulder blade. Yelling, he swung and gasped as his knife grazed something. A piece of black cloth was dangling from the tip of the kukri. It was soaked in blood. Throwing himself backwards, he winced and clawed at his back. Grasping onto the knife's handle, he pulled it out with a yelp and threw it to the floor. "Ellie, get the fuck up!"

Ellie winced and tried to stand. She could feel a bruise forming where the first hit had landed. Stumbling out of the fountain, she ran behind Mundy and held out her pistol. The two watched as a cloud of smoke appeared in front of them. They watched in disbelief as a man seemed to materialize in front of them. He was wearing a ski mask and a suit. His chest was bleeding from where Mundy had hit him and his left arm was dangling at his side, useless. Sneering, the man rushed forward and knocked Mundy off his feet. He landed with a yelp and didn't get up.

Ellie scrambled to reload her pistol, but was unable to do it in time. The man smacked it out of her hand and pushed her to the ground. Struggling, Ellie blocked the first blow and struggled to keep his knife away from her throat. Screaming, she pushed back with all her strength, but she wasn't strong enough. The man grunted with the effort and pushed his entire weight down. Right before it was about to hit skin, the speakers crackled.

"Ceasefire! Put down your weapons. When you're ready, enter the truck to the far west of town."

The man on top of her paused and she bucked him off. Scrambling away from him, she grabbed her pistol and aimed. The man held his hands up and dropped his knife.

"You heard the announcer. Put the gun down."

His french accent caught her off guard. Eyeing him, she put down the gun and ran over to Mundy. The man was breathing, but it was shallow. His skin was pale and he was starting to feel cold.

"Medkit!" She yelled and dashed towards the fountain. Looking around, she noticed a small box near the base. Grabbing it, she looked through and was relieved to find the same red syringe. Injecting the wound on Mundy's back she watched as he stirred and groaned. "Oh, thank god." Struggling under the man's weight, she hoisted him up and supported him the best she could. The two stumbled past the man in the mask and toward the truck. Pausing outside the truck's door, Ellie held her hand up and flipped him off.

"Fuck you."