Chaos. There’s gunfire everywhere. I start running towards what look like a safe cement wall, but it quickly explodes into a smattering of debris, hurling me backwards towards an untimely and very speedy death. As I lie there on the ground, my hand reaches up, hoping to be revived but it’s too late; I’m gone.
I’m back and I’ve respawed with my squad. It seems the chaos I originally experienced has found some sort of structure. There seems to be some type of flow evolving, though it’s still hard to tell.