she got up and looked on her shoulder, she didn't tell him she had been shot and now there was a large black spiderwebed burse on her shoulder. she didn't want him seeing it or finding out so she headed off straight back on the trail leaving him behind.

(IM SORRY)

(? ? ?)

As you walk off, you can still hear Warren's gentle snoring in the distance. Soon, you're far enough away that you can't hear anything but the wind rustling through the trees.

she keep alert sad that the rest of the way she would be alone but it was for the best.

Warren wakes up with a start. Looking around drowsily, he notices you're gone. "Uh. . .1652?"

she walked forward looking for a place to hide, her shoulder was getting worse and wasn't sure she was going to make it.

Warren stumbles to standing, looking panicked. "1652? Where did you go?" Kneeling to the ground, he sees some prints. He dashes off along the trail, keeping the prints in sight.

she looks ahead seeing the city smiling, "f-freedom." she says and starts to run.

Warren catches his foot on a root. Falling forward, he manages to keep himself upright, but his ankle is stinging. Slowing down, he stays on the trail.

she starts to stumble but catches herself on a tree.

Warren stops. Holding out his hand, a spear appears into his hand. Like earlier, he uses it like a walking stick to balance himself with his ankle.