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Your head brushes past a branch and your eyes are full of snow, you brush it aside but in doing so you don't see the large pine tree you are hurtling towards.

Death comes upon you without you even realising it and is mercifully quick if not instantaneous, and as the gang slide to a halt beside your body with their guns drawn they can see that they don't need to waste ammunition on finishing you off.

Your mission is quite obviously over.