It's like a bullet

I'm still here, trudging along in this forest with nothing but my helmet, my rifle, and the clothes on my back. Yeah, I haven't found a way out yet. I've been in this forest for a while now. Searching, waiting for that single ray of light at the end of the sea of branches. I come walking into this clearing, and then I see her, but as I reach towards her, I'm shot. Shot through the shoulder, he's found me. Anytime I get close I'm instantly stopped dead in my tracks. Always under fire by my all consuming enemy. She turns and walks slowly towards the trees as I lay here bleeding. She couldn't do anything that I couldn't do for my wound already. It's just how these flesh wounds work. Gotta wait it out, through all the pain and suffering, no matter the strife.