White Player: Duck! Stop Drop and Roll!

"AH!" The scream is torn from my throat before I can stifle it. It's followed by a Gunfire!

What the heck is going on here? I need to get out of here. Even as I dash through the nearest doorway, I'm still questioning this place, this clown, and myself. I need to get to cover. Someone is trying to kill me! These two thoughts hit me at the same time, my instinct for survival and my rational mind at odds.

Who was that guy hugging the wall? Did he know about the gun? Is HE trying to kill me?

I get through the doorway into the next room, and immediately scan for more threats. I need a place to catch my breath and calm my nerves, but I don't really expect to find that here.

Yellow Player: We turn instinctively towards the sound of gunfire

"Someone has a fucking machinegun. We should get out of this hallway." we mutter to ourselves.

We motion with our head for the man in red to follow as we step into the dining room. SEARCHING for traps or potential weapons, we walk cautiously around the perimeter of the room, intending to examining the safe we had glimpsed through the doorway.