Rex stumbled up the front stoop of an old abandoned home, his shoulders heaving with labored breaths, body shaking with exhaustion. Blood oozed from cuts all over his exposed skin, staining his already ruined shirt even more. His vision was blurred, each blink harder than the last as darkness crowded the corners of his vision. He was losing more blood by the minute. There was no one else, only this one home. With a shuddering breath, Rex limped forwards and knocked weakly on the door.

The door creaked open seconds later to reveal a familiar figure, one Rex both feared and hated, yet couldn't find it in him to care at the moment. He stared up at them with glazed, unfocused eyes, his mind too tired to process the situation.

"Didn't know where else to go," he mumbled before collapsing into their arms.