[ The rain starts pouring. Dirk rips through the underbrush frantically, pushing himself to place as much distance as possible between himself and the others. It's wet and he's cold and shuddering, hurting bad, and lost. It takes another hour to right himself, another two for him to try to find an alternate path so they don't find him.
So they won't kill him... He doesn't know why he's fighting against it anymore.
Eventually, he staggers a little further and collapses into his cave. His shoulder is swollen and black. ]
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So they won't kill him... He doesn't know why he's fighting against it anymore.
Eventually, he staggers a little further and collapses into his cave. His shoulder is swollen and black. ]