More to the point, it was me!
Having been flanked from the snake and taken out fair and square, I put my arm up and walked away from my bunker.
I didn't know the rule was to put my hand on my head (only one field all day told us this rule, so I was still going by the "look like you're out" approach of holding one arm up).
Whilst I was walking I was DEFINITELY shot a few more times - yes I was walking slow-ish, but then since I was the last one out what was I supposed to do? Race them back to my flag?
Anyway, it was my left arm up and I was walking from the back right I thought nothing much of it, and just spun round enough to see it WAS NOT someone from the back, but some dude on the 50. Ok, fair enough, if he didn't think I was out then, he certainly does now.
As I got to the deadbox, I dropped my arm and held it out to the Marshall to remove my armband. As I did so another barrage of shots came my way, some of which hit the marshall, and several of which BOUNCED off my other arm. They hurt like F*CK, and I think I probably said words to that effect
Amusingly, the marshall joked and said "I don't care if he hit you more than once, but now he's hit me that takes the biscuit, I've already told him you're eliminated.