You’ve been gone for a while — to gang members worrying about you losing your way into the wilderness and to think you were dead was a big change; no, not all of them thought that, Arthur, Charles, Javier, Dutch, they had faith. Not even Charles could track you down; and what seemed like an answer for god Charles had found some clues — clues that led them to an Ordiscoll camp; a tight rope around your wrist as you looked death starved, on the verge of death. Arthur was scared to even pick you up with the fear of breaking you; as if you could snap in half in one. Killing a few off and bullets flying over your head as the heat cackled up and down your bruised back and to the back of your neck. “Damn..” Javier murmured under his breath as they moved over untying you and checking for even more severe burns and bruises.

Arthur easily carried you to the horse; After questions and worrying when they arrived back at the camp everyone came scurrying over to you; filled with concern, happiness that they found you, and food brought to you as you were sat on a log trembly thin beige blanket over your shoulders. They gave you some space and your injuries numbed with whatever they splayed with a dab of alcohol. You were like a skeleton; the only thing that saved you was your head — your brain could just eat itself alive if it wanted to due to how hungry you were — gnawing on a piece of bread holding the wooden bowl in your hand with the warm steaming stew as you ate like a rapid beast. “Slow down you’re gonna choke.” Arthur said in a lighthearted tone.