another afternoon of searching for supplies has been wasted. you ended up falling on a sharp chunk of solid wood, causing nothing more than a pretty bad scratch on your right thigh. you gripped tightly onto Daryl's jacket as he carried you back to the car. he put you gently in the passenger seat and got into the car with a heavy sigh. "you're a clumsy one, hon. let's take care of this before we head back to the group." he gestured with his hand for you to reach out so he could examine the scratch.