Arthur was absolutely ruthless. Here he was, saving you from your captors in the most gruesome way possible.

“Run now when you got the chance!” He yelled. He had already murdered at least half of the camp so the rest were not gonna test their luck.

Arthur slammed open the door to the cabin and saw you curled up in a ball. “Aw hell.” He grumbled.

Arthur quickly crouched down beside you, placing a gloved hand on your neck. “Still breathin’. Wake up.” Arthur lightly slapped your face.