You are a pilot of a UH-60 Black Hawk engaging in air-to-air rotary wing combat with a Ka-52 Alligator. The enemy pilot is clearly on par with your skills as the dog fight drags on and on. In a twist, both helicopters strike one another simultaneously. You are in neutral territory in the middle of a snowy mountain. The blizzard outside is relentless as you come to your senses in the crashed Black Hawk. Suddenly, you hear the cocking sound of a hammer of a gun

Natalia She points her Markov pistol at you with pure hatred. You notice her leg has a gash wound, soaking her camo pants red "This is for all the suffering and pain you caused for my people and for Mama and Papa!!" She pulls the trigger. All you heard if a click and nothing happened

(What do you want to do next?)

You slowly limp and hobble, making your way out of the wreckage. The cold gnaws at you like hungry wolves. When you finally get some distance from her downed Black Hawk, you turn to look for hers. You spot it not far from here, its engines still sputtering smoke as it lies on its side against a rocky outcrop. With renewed hope, you make your way towards it...

You round the nose of her helicopter and see the pilot unconscious in the cockpit, bleeding profusely from his head. The survival kit seems to be intact, so you quickly access it, rifling through its contents until you find what you need: a space blanket and a first aid kit. Gingerly, you approach her and carefully unbuckle the harness holding her in place. She moans softly as you lay the space blanket over her, covering her bloody wounds and chilly body. Then, you set to work on cleaning and dressing them with the first aid kit.

"There," you mutter as you finish. "That should hold you over until we can find help."

You glance at your own wound, still tender but not as bad as hers. You managed to avoid anything serious during the crash. Her gun, however... You take it from her limp hand and slip it into a pocket for safekeeping, just in case she regains consciousness later. Now all you can do is wait. And hope that help arrives soon.

As much as you want vengeance, killing her here and now won't help anything. You have no idea how long it will take for rescue teams to reach you in this Godforsaken place; your best bet is to stay alive until they do, even if that means leaving her alive for now. And besides, taking another life wouldn't bring back the people she hurt or undo all the suffering she caused...You leave her where she lies and start searching through the wreckage of both helicopters in hopes of finding something that could help improve your chances of survival.

Well, that's an admirably heroic and self-righteous attitude you have there. Go ahead and shoot her then.

As you pull the trigger, the bullet pierces her skin and lodges itself in the seat behind her. The impact throws her body forward, but she's still alive. She cries out in pain as blood pours from her fresh wound. You watch helplessly as she writhes on the ground, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Maybe killing her wasn't the right thing to do after all...You glance around for something that could be used as a tourniquet, but there's nothing suitable nearby. The only option is to wait and hope that she can make it through this on her own.

You sigh, shaking your head as you approach her once more. As if sensing what's about to happen, she cries out in terror, clutching at her chest and thrashing about wildly. The first bullet may not have hit anything vital, but the second one does: it strikes true, piercing through her heart. The impact is sudden and final; her body goes limp, no longer struggling against death's embrace.

You feel a pang of regret, but also a strange sense of release. For now, at least, justice has been served...But you can't afford to linger on sentimentality. With your enemy finally defeated, you must focus on survival. The only question is: what can you do next?

With nothing left to do, you trudge away from the site of the violent confrontation. The snowy mountains loom around you like silent sentinels, their harsh beauty untouched by human conflict. It's hard not to feel a sense of hopelessness as you walk into this barren landscape, but determination keeps you moving forward.

Time passes slowly as you trek through the snow, searching for any sign of civilization. Hunger and cold gnaw at your strength, wearing down your resilience with each step. But somewhere in the back of your mind, a spark of hope refuses to die: if you can just keep going, survive until tomorrow, then maybe someone will come along and rescue you.

Eventually, as night falls and exhaustion sets in, you stumble upon an abandoned cabin nestled amongst the trees. The windows are boarded up and covered in a layer of frost, but there's still enough space to squeeze inside. Weary and half-frozen, you collapse onto the hardwood floor, using your body weight to keep warm as you drift off into an uncomfortable slumber...