"Whoosh!" A sniper rifle sounded, breaking the deadly silence of the icy snowfield. With a sinister whistling, it rushed forward, tracing a deadly arc in the void and instantly entered the thigh of the person collecting corpses, tearing off a large chunk of flesh and causing blood to splatter.
"Ah!" A scream echoed as someone tumbled down a hillside twice, stopping and sitting up, pressing firmly on their thigh while loudly shouting something in agonizing expression and a voice filled with sorrow and rage. A lot of blood spurted out. That person, being resilient, quickly pulled an emergency kit from his backpack, tore open a packet, poured the entire bag of clotting powder on the wound, and firmly pressed the gauze onto it, starting to bandage it up.
