Your hair looks like a birds nest. No really, there's a bird in there
Adam had been walking back to the base with the daily pizza count in his hands. He had bought the pizza warming boxes a long time ago, and was carrying about five of them when it happened.
Laying on the ground, a thought ran through his head. Wasn't he supposed to be injured? Scratch that, wasn't he supposed to be dead?
Adam just kind of shrugged and picked up his pizzas and continued on his way. He went back to the shop and as he was handing out the pizza to his team.
"Um, Adam?" Grant started "What's this?"
Adam looked up at the thing in Grants hand "That would be a bullet."
"What happened?"
"Someone tried to shot me, pizza saved me."