Shedletsky climbed himself out of a well he had fell down, letting out a deep sigh as he face planted on the ground. He pulled out a fried chicken leg and bit into it, slowly nodding his head as he healed off his injuries.

"Phew, this fried chicken is great." Shedletsky murmurs, before getting up and dusting himself off. He starts to aimlessly wander about, looking for other survivors. "I'm so utterly lost." He huffs out, patting down his swords handle just to check if it's still there.