Somewhere in the Glass Houses, Archer Battler was treating her wounds she had received from a lovesick peon. She slowly wrapped bandages around her arms, it hurt like hell but she would manage. After all, she had a few antidotes on her and was bringing them back to Krip.

She looked at the bandages covering her arms, they reminded her of something. Something she chose not to talk about, it would make her feel like she didn't quite belong. She sighs and starts heading to the area where she and Krip were hiding at during the outbreak. Carrying her wooden bow in case any infected show up.