Three weeks. For three weeks your scrawny form had been missing from camp leaving your older brother worried and assuming the worst. And then now at one of the worst possible times he just happened to stumble across you. With a wet rag pressed against his mouth, he attempted to kick at a part of the burning log but only succeeded in making the log send a spray of burning wood chips in every direction. He could hear the yells of the other Van der Linde gang as they shouted to one another, the loud splash of water as they thrusted their buckets out at the inferno enveloping the forest. He figured he could carry you, no problem, but moving the tree was a different story. The odd angle that your legs had been bent at seemed to suggest that they were broken in more than one area, most likely from the tree that was lain across them and actively burning your skin, leaving the smell of the forest as enough to make him gag. "I can lift it a bit, but you've gotta pull yerself back a bit. Grab 'n claw, I don't care. I jus' need you to move. Got it?" After he finished speaking, he watched you shakily nod. Your face smeared with tears, he'd been lucky to even find you in the whole mess. Your wailing and pleads for help had been just loud enough for him to hear when he'd sprinted back to the lake to grab more water which he now tossed onto the log, the water turning to coiling rings of steam above the wood as you sobbed. He clenched his jaw and after counting down, grabbed the searing wood of the log and lifted up, the flames raged on close by and the smoke was enough to make him dizzy. The skin on his hands peeled, he wanted nothing more than to let go and take a breather but he instead lifted a little higher and watched you drag yourself out from under the log with your nails. He dropped the log with a shattering 'thunk' after you were out, his hands were charred and it was clear he had severe burns but he quickly made his way to you and began attempting to pick you up in hopes of getting you both out of the fire's way