Paintball again

Last saturday I went to a farm in dairy flat with my friends to play paintball.
It had been raining hard earlier that morning so as i was walking down the muddy drive I lost my shoe and stood in the mud with my sock. And these werent cheap crappy shoes from the wharhouse. No these were $200 Lakai's from underground skate. They were old anyway but still it made me sad. Once we got down to the barn everyone (about 20 of us) geared up and divided into teams. We had one team starting behing the barn and one behind the cowshed. Everything was like a usual game until the last one.
Me and my friends went round the side of the main area of fighting to try and attack from behind. It was really muddy so I slipped and grabbed onto a thorn bush cutting my hand. It was to bad a cut so I kept on going me and my friends were sitting on a bank until an enemy ran up and jumped behind a peice of ply a few meters from us. He yelled surender and I said ok because he could have easily shot us from a gap in the ply I got up put my hands above my head and started walking back to the base. Then he shot me in the shoulder. Later I found out it was one of my friends dad.
I better get to shoot him next game!