You had seen fall out of the moving jeep. Everyone was screaming and crying, especially you. You look below, seeing Tyler punctured all the way through the back and out his stomach with a sharp branch of Birch. You lean your body out the door, and before anybody could stop you, you jump. You plummet to the ground, landing with a thud. When you finally reorient yourself, you look up and there he is; Tyler, is body limp like a rag doll, blood trickling down the white branches of Birchwood.