Sue
Sue had wandered off far enough from the formation, her mind away from the game now, and into the deep forest in search for the origin of the sound.
Sue could hear shots being fired behind her as she marched forward. By now many of her classmates were out. Perhaps the enemy team, or perhaps her own, regardless of that she wasn’t there and she was going to bear repercussions for this. She was being selfish, and her pace had slowed to a halt. Should she turn back and actually participate in the game? Should she try to go back and make amends by trying to win them the game? She turned around, and with grief and guilt hitting her hard in the chest, walked forward, and still looking up in the lightest hope that her divergence would at least be the least fruitful.
Then there she was.
Sue started jumping up and down, flailing her arms around at Phoebe atop the tree branches. Her face was heating up, her cheeks red hot, her eyes swelling and pouring tears, her breathing erratic and anxious.
She used her paintball gun and fired a shot, just close enough to catch her attention. The paintball hit just a few feet above Phoebe’s head. That should do it.